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JUL  22 1936 


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COLLECTION 


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HYMNS 


IN    WHICH    ARE 


'Some  never  before   printed. 


PHILADELPHIA 
Piioted  in  the  j an  J782. 


A  Collection  of  Hymns,  @c. 

HYMN  I.     America's  future  glory  and  happinefr, 

I.  y^i  OME  rife,   my  foul,  to  noble  things, 

\^4    And  trace  our  future  (late  ; 
And  joyful  ftretch  thy  fancy's  wings, 
And  look  for  glory  great. 

2.  Behold  our  weftern  world  emerge, 
And  far  outfhint  the  moon ; 

No  longer  funk,  it  will  enlarge, 
And  rife  in  glory  foon. 

3.  See  the  bright  morn  of  light  appear, 
As  day  breaks  from  the  ikies ; 

Our  woes  are  gone,  and  tvcry  tear 
Is  banifh'd  from  our  eyes. 

4.  Fair  liberty  exalts  her  plumes, 
And  freedom  takes  the  throne  ; 
Juflice,  the  feat  of  pow'r  a/Tames, 
And  thrall  no  more  is  known. 

5.  Truth  lifts  its  ftandard  in  the  field, 
And  righteoufnefs  doth  fpring; 

Ten  thoufand  fouls  to  Jefus  yield, 
And  own  him  for  their  king. 

6.  Religion  riles,  with  its  charms, 
And  fcaueri  glories  round  ; 

Vail  numbers  flock  to  mercy's  arms, 
Where  pardons  may  be  found, 


(     4     ) 


7»  Religious  tyranny  no  more 
The  land  with  bondage  fills; 
But  freedom  fcurds  from  more  to  fhore. 
And  echoes  fYom  the  hills. 

$.  The  warlike  founds  of  battle  ceafe, 
And  fwords  no  moie  deftroy ; 
The  glorious  olive  branch  of  peace 

Tills  ev'/y  hear:  with  joy. 

o.  The  fields,  where  human  blood  was  flied, 
Aie  c'c'h'u  with  growing  corn  ; 
An;  nt  green,  infteaji  of  red, 

Doth  hills  and  plains  adorn. 

10.  The  defcrt  w'id  becomes  a  field, 

h'efforns  like  a  rofe  ; 
e  barren  land  doth  plenty  yield, 
And  living  water  flows. 

1 1    No  motf  the  lab'rour  pines  and  grieves, 

-vant  of  plenty  round  ; 
His  eyes  behold  the  fruicfu5  fheaves, 
Vvtlch  make  his  joys  abound, 

12.  No  more  Chrift's  minifters  complain, 
And  mourn  with  weeping  eyes ; 

No  longer  fpend  their  llrength  in  vain, 
for  numerous  converts  rife. 

13.  See  flocking  fouls  on  Jefus  wait, 
And  run  to  hear  his  word ; 

Behold   them  (land  before  his  gate, 
And  own  him  for  their  Lord. 

14.  Chrift's  watchmen  now  fee,  eye  to  eye, 
And  faints  join  heart  and  hand  ; 

Free  grace,  free  grace,  is  all  the  cry 
Throughout  this  happy  land, 

15.  ThU 


(     5     > 

15.  This  11  the  glory  of  our  main. 
And  thus  America 
Will  flourifh  under  Jcfu's  reign. 
Amen,  amen,  I  fay. 


HYMN    IL    The  important  war. 

1.  SPHERE  is  a  war  proclaim'd  above, 

X     Againft  the  prince  of  hell  below, 
Whofinn'd  againft  the  God  of  love, 
And  feeks  hie  caufe  to  overthrow. 

2.  In  thii  great  war  none  neuters  are, 
AH  run,  all  wreftle,  drive  and  fight  ; 
Some  war  with  fin,  and  forae  will  dare 
Wage  war  againft  the  prince  of  light. 

3.  Great  Bclaebub,  the  prince  of  hell, 
With  all  hit  legions  at  command  ; 

Wfce  from  tfcfir  ir\i  ohedieaca  f*i!f 
Rift  up  againft  Jehovah's  hand. 

4.  The  great  Meffiah,  now  doth  dra^r. 
His  fword  againft  each  rebel's  heart, , 
Refolves  to  vindicate  hi)  law  « 
And  give  to  traitors  their  defer!, 

j.  God  is  a  match,  who  dares  engage  ? 
Yet  men,  prefumptuous  mortals,  dare 
Rife  up  with  fpitc,  and  bellifhragr,  / 

And  tempt  him  to  ihe  dreadful  war. 

6.  Thofe  fools  who  do  with  Satan  joIn,M 
And  dart  the  great  Supreme  to  rife  ; 
Shall  feel  his  pow'r  and  wrath  divine, 
Which  fiull  their  guilty  fouls  furprizc. 

A]  7.  B^ 


(   *   5 


7-  Bat  thofe  who  throw  their  weapons  down, 
And  love  the  blefT-d  faviour's  reign, 
Shall  be  forgiv'n,   and  have  a  crown, 
While  foes  and  rebels  (hall  be  fluin. 


HYMM  HI.     A  call  to  the  fpiritaal  warfare. 

I.  /^HRIST's  trumpet  founds,  let  faint*  be  armfd> 

V_>   Tne  battle  id  begun  ; 
Thefcnofts  of  o^an  are  aiaim'd, 
The  Cdy  will  (ood  be  won. 

a.  The  glo/ijus  captain,  Jefus,  fendi 
7  he  neraUs  ot  hi*  might  ; 
T ..» fsarcrj  and  try  whu  are  his  friends, 
Ai-ti  who  will  hit  to  fighrr 

3«  The  gofje!  calls  for  volunteer*, 
Tftai  cone  witk  heart  and  hand  ; 

-  .  w~ 

V/herr  is  there  one  for  Chrift  appears, 
A^auiit  the  foe  to  ftand  ? 

4.  There's  bounty  money  fhall  be  giv'n 
To  all  his  ibldiers  here  ;  ? 
A»d  glorious  crowns  and  joys  of  heav  A, 
YVxicii  Jeiui  flull  appear, 

5.  Here'*  dr«ff,  and  focd,  and  drink,  and  arini* 
And  pay,  and  vift'ry's  fu.e  j 

This  ev'ry  Cniitian  (bidder  charm?, 
And  makci  mm  war  endure. 

6.  Ths  captain  never  quits  the  field# 
B-«:  fignts  before  his  men  ; 

TJ.   \\  uis  f*>es  are  made  to  yield,, 
ij:  .J!  tinong  the  flain. 

7.  His  foes  can  neither  (land  nor  flyi 

Waea  he  appear*  in  tight  i  ®ftl 


(    7    ) 

Bat  none  of  thofe  mall  ever  die, 
V*  ho  in  his  arm 

8    Dear  L  bold  I  fet  my  name, 

A  foldier  I  woula  be  ; 
Tny  gracious  promifei  I  cU 
And  give  myfelf  to  thee. 


HYMN  IV.      Chriftians   excited  to   obedience,  by 
beholding   a  well  cuciplined   army. 

1.  f*  OME  all  ye  Ckrifl  iew 

V^i   Thefe  folciiers  id  array  ; 
Stand  and  behold  whate'er  they  dop 
And  thus  like  them  obejr. 

2.  TJiey  all  in  order  fond, 
And  watch  their  leader's  eye  ; 
Obferve  the  words  of  his  command,* 
iv  ir.aiir  tncxr  mcraODI  by. 

3.  Their  drefs  is  neat  and  clean, 
Their  armour  fit  for  war  ; 

In  rank  and  file  they  all  are  feen, 
Without  one  ftriving  jar, 

4.  They're  uniform  throughout, 
This  is  their  greateft  care  ; 

They  march,  they  halt,  they  face  about, 
]Qfc't  as  their  orders  are. 

5.  They  learn  to  cnierfland 
The  ufe  of  all  their  a  ms  ; 
They  are  together  iu  a  band, 
And  ready  for  alarms. 

6.  And  when  they're  calPd  to  fi^ht 

Againft  the  common  fje, 

They    ] 


(     8     ) 

They  all  with  heart  and  hand  unite, 
Ahdchearfully  they  gc. 

7.  And  when  they're  in  the  fieh?, 
They  fight  with  courage  bcld  ; 

Their  fwords  ar.d  fpears  whey  nobly  wield. 
Their  foes  in  play  they  koJd. 

8.  And  when  the  battle's  o'er, 
The  vicVry  they  proclaim  ; 

And  when  they're  called  to  try  it  rnorf, 
They're  ready  for  the  fame. 

9.  G<y  faints,  obey  your  king, 
And  fight  againft  your  foes  ; 

So  you  at  lail  fhall  vicYry  fing,  . 
When  time  and  war  fhall  clofe. 


HYMN    V.    A   WEDDING   SONG. 

I.  /^V  Ccmc  let  ut  fing, 

V_y  That  fair  blooming  fpring, 
Which  fu;h  farisfa&kn  did  anciently  bring, 

2.  Ere  fin,  that  vile  (hamr, 
Deftroy'd  the  pure  Flame, 

When  love  and  affe£Uon  well  anfwer'd  the. name. 

3.  Our  parents  were  join'd 
In  body  and  mind, 

And  loving  each  other  did  happineft  finds 

4.  No  hatred  they  knew, 
Their  love  was  moil  true;  , 

They  being  united  no  longer  were  two.  . 

5.  Their  joy*  wer e  all  one, . 
And  forrows  they'd  none, 

With  fweetnefs  of  pleafure  ? asb  a&ion  wii  done. 

6.  I» 


(    9    ) 

6.  In  friend  (hip  they  walk'd. 
In  harmony  talk'd, 

And  never  by  envy  or  pefilon  v\ere  baulk'd. 

7.  In  Eden's  fair  ; 

Tney  fpent  cheir  fweet  hours, 

Njj  ^oufyknew  they,  which. true  love  devour*. 

%.    All  pleafure,  no  pain 
Within  them  did  reign, 
Till  finning  their  glory  and  beauty  did  ftain. 

9.  The  air  was  all  love, 

\\  ...  im'd  from  above; 

And  in  that  fweet  vhaanti  our  parents  did  move*. 

10.  Ku:  fi   nlng,   alas, 
Bias  aker'd  the  Cc:; 

And  ruin'd,  and  ruin'd,  and  ruin'd  oar  race* 

.11.  Now  thofe  who  are  join'd 
Are  ofcen  unkind, 
Unconftant,  and  cruel,  and  falfe  as  the  wind. 

12.  Nay  ofcen  far  worfe, 
Each  other  they  curfe  ; 

Let  this  be  a  warning,  a  warning  to  us. 

13.  But  fome  few  there  are, 
Efcaping  the  fnare, 

Live  always  togethc;  unclouded  and  fair. 

14.  Thrice  happy  are  they, 
Who  find  out  the  wav, 

And  never  from  friendfhip  or  happinefs  ftray. 

Man.    15.   "  Thoi  -grce, 

11  i  fay  uno  thee, 
£  And  always  be  U  pleafant  and  free. 


(     io    ) 

Woman.   16.   u  Moft  freely  I  join, 
"  Thiawifh  (hall  be  mine, 
"  And  to  the  performance  my  heart  doth  incline; 

17.  O  Jefus  reftore 
True  friendfhip  once  more, 

Then  fmging  thy  praifes  oar  fouls  /hall  adore. 

18.  And  while  we  thutjoin 
In  worfhip  divine, 

The  glory  and  honour  and  pra  ife  mail  be  thine, 


HYMN    VI.      ANOTHER, 

1.  T T7  HEN  the  Saviour  good  and  gracious, 

V V     Taber  nacled  here  below, 
He  in  prefence  grae'd  a  wedding, 
His  divinity  did  mow  : 

Ail  moft  lovely,  all  moft  lovely,  all  moft  lovely? 
Chrift  the  Lord  did  then  appear. 

2.  What  a  favour  then  was  granted 
By  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n  ! 
To  theguefts  tha'  were  invited 
Precious  wine  was  freely  giv'n  : 

Then  tranfmuted/  then  tranfmuted,  then  tranfmoted, 
From  the  water  for  their  ufe. 

3.  Free  from  all  intoxication, 
From  all  fumes  and  from  the  curfc, 
Was  the  wine  that  Jefus  gave  them, 
Hedifplay'd  his  glory  thus  ; 

All  fat  wond'ring,  all  fat  wond'ring,  all  fat  wond'ring, 
Art  the  miracle  he  wrought. 

4.  Jefus,  Saviour,  we  invite  thee 
Now  to  g«ant  thy  prefence  here  ; 
May  we  nnd  at  this  our  wedding 

Ou* 


(  <i  J 

5.  H*s  grace  it  mail  futhcienr  be 
-ve  my  foul  Iran  t-v'ry  foarc  ; 

And  bring  me  home  his  face  co  fee, 
Where  I  his  praiffs  (hall  declare. 

6.  T  en  (hall  '    fee  .he  tyrants  fliin 
B  fare  my  bailed  Saviour's  face  ; 
Who  would  not  have  my  Lord  to  reign, 
And  1  iha;l  fing  fiee  grace,  free  grace. 


HYMN  IX.     Chriii  is  beuer  than  all  things, 

I.  /^\UIT  all  thefe  fonlilh  trifling  toys  ; 
\P    i  nefe  things  thai  are  but  vain  ; 

"his  world  is  full  of  empty  noife, 
nd  l'orrow,  toil  and  pain* 

z.  But  here  is  more  fut  ftantial  good* 
'•1  an«i  chear  thy  mind  j 
-  be^r  treafure  than  the  food 
ch  thou  arc  inclin'd. 

**•  (~\^d  here's  pure  and  perfect  joys^ 

V*X    f  toil  and  pair, 
Who  fent    blU  ncvcr  cloy; 

°ur  foHe(l  gain, 

2.  My  heart1*  m>*  ^ord  m  found 
Who  gave  Kf  '» 
That  he  our  fouls  f/>°m  his  wounds 
O  praife  him  witn 

*•  tlream 
5.  The  boondlefs  love  of  l> 

We  cannot  comprehend  ; 

tTho'  we  to  it  eternally 

Shall  conftantly  attend. 


4.  The  fountain's  large,  the  ocean'*  wide, 
Who  can  the  fulncu  know  ? 


Riveo 


(    H   ) 

7.  Methinks  my  tongue  can  ne'er  exprefs 
The  pleasure  I  heholc'  ; 
I'm  loft,  and  cry  O  fathomLfs! 
It  never  can  be  tOid. 


HYMN  X.     A   prayer  to  God  that  he  would  ht.p 
his  church. 

I.  1       O  R  D,    bnrg  thy  church  cut  cf  diftrefs, 

JL-rf  Reocem  her  irofin  the  wiidemefs, 
Ssvr  her  ircm  all  her  troub'e?,  Lo/d, 
And  favng  health  to  her  atfvrd. 

t.  How  long  fhaT)  t^y  poor  mourning  bride 
Be  toll  and  tempted  tv'ry  fide, 
A<  d  feek  in  vain  for  k;nd  r^li-^f, 
While  me's  opprefb'd  and  fih'd  with  grief! 

3.  Her  foes  rep-oach  her  conftantly, 
Wniie  in  derifiou  me  do'h  lie  : 

ic   Where  is  your  God  (they  now  do  fay) 
«'  In  whom  you  boaikd  all  the  day  * 

4.  So  Zion  cirjrnsher  widow'd  (rate  $ 
Behold,  fays  (he,  my  {orrow's  great ! 
For  he  that  mould  my  helper  be, 

My  comforter,  is  far  from  me! 

5.  Behold,   O  I>  d,  the  rage  of  thofe 
That  co  thy  glorious  caufe  oppole  ; 
That  make  their  brags  of  us,  ^.nd  lav, 

"  Ha,  how  we  love  to  fee  this  day  I" 

6.  What  wilt  thou  do  for  thy  great  name  i 
Behold,  O  Lord,  our  grief  and  fhanae, 

And  fend  us  fuccoar  fpeediiy, 

Left  we  ihould  fair  r,  defpair  and  die; 

7.  O  Lord,  wha   will  the  people  f3y, 
Jf  thou  thy  coming  doft  dthy  ? 

They'll  mock  and  fay,  "  Behold  they  have 

<*«  Trufted  in  God,  who  will  not  rave,'.  *< 


(     i5    ) 


8.  The  plowers  plcw'd  upon  my  back, 
And   fay  thy  promife,  Lord,  IJ  flack; 
And  fo  they  do  b!afphtme  thy  ra«-.  e, 
And  fport  themfclves  wi;h  iin  and  flume. 

9.  Lord  while  thefe  things  we  do  behold, 
s  fiil'd  with  grief  that  can't  be  told, 

'Tis  time  for  thee  to  work,  for  they 
Make  void  thy  law,   L;<rd,  ev'ry  d^yv 

10.  Return ,  and  let  thy  children  knov* 
That  thcu  regarded  their  great  wo, 

And  let  tne  foes  of  Zion  fee 

Tnou  fa.'il  the  fouls  that  trull  in  thee, 


HYMN  XL       Anfwer  to  the  foregoing  petitiOM. 

j.  Ti  /TEthinks  I  hear  my  Saviour's  voice, 

lVX   Wnich  makes  my  heart  and  foul  rejoice. 
I  march  a!ori£,  and  my  decrees 
Fulfil. ing  are,  juil  as  1  pleafe. 

2.  My  coming  maketh  no  delay  ; 
Watch  for  my  coming,  watch  and  pray. 
B  nold  the  figns,   I'm  at  ihe  door; 

Watch,  keep  yrur  garments  clean,  therefore. 

3.  Surely  I  come,  ard  my  reward 

I  bring  wi.h  me,  faith  Chrili  the  Lord  ; 
I  qjickly  come,   wait  patiently  ; 
My  coming  furtly  doth  draw  nigh. 

4.  Hjld  fad  what  thou  of  me  rzz»:vyd, 
Knowing  in  whom  thou  had  believ'd. 

I  am  not  flack,   nor   will  I  fail, 
Nor  fha.l  my  enemies  prevail. 

A.   Gnd  will  avenge  Vis  chofen  ones, 
And  he  will  favz  6  ite  foBfc 

Which  a..to  him  cry  n'^nt  and  day  ; 
He  will  them  i*ve,  without  delay.  6.  I 


(    16    ) 

6    I  come,  Ic^m?,  to  do  my  will, 
And  all  my  pleafure  to  fulfil. 
I  come  to  fpt  rny  children  free, 
And  take  them  all  to  dwell  with  me. 


HYMN  XII.    An  exhortation  to  prayer. 

f .  J^*  O  ME,  lee  us  join  for  to  adore 

\^j  The  facred  one  in  three  ; 
The  Lord  has  grace  laid  up  in  ftore, 

For  thofe  that  needy  be« 

^  Come  let  us  now  addrefs  his  throne. 

And  feek  his  face  by  pray'r; 
for  in  the  lord  i    help  alone, 

for  thois  that  helptefs  are. 

5    U?~t>  llie  Lord  your  God  rely, 

And  truft  his  gracious  word  ; 
Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 

The  fouls  that  fear  the  Lord. 

4.  Then  why  will  ye  now  difjbey, 

And  make  a  wretched  choice? 
Behold  the  Lord  doth  call,  and  fay, 

C  une  hearken  to  my  voice. 

j.  Come  and  buy  wine  and  milk  of  me, 

Ye  that  no  money  have  ; 
The  b'ood  of  Chritt  is  ever  free, 

Your  fouls  to  cleanfe  and  fa-ve. 

6.  The  king  no  dowry  doth  require, 

But  that  you  would  him  give 
Your  heart  is  all  he  doth  require; 

Hear,  and  your  foul*  fluljlive. 


I 

Now 


(    *7    ) 

7.  Now  to  my  foul  I  fpeak  and  fay, 
Receive  the  promis'd  grace; 

Come  feek  the  Lord  your  God  to  day, 
And  you  fhall  fee  his  face* 

8.  Why  wilt  thou  any  more  refute 
His  voice  for  to  obey, 

His  patience  longer  to  abufe, 
And  grieve  him  by  delay. 

9.  O  come,  dear  Lord,  and  make  us  feet 
The  grace  of  love  divine. 

And  it  fhall  our  difeafes  heal. 
O  Lord,  the  pow'r  is  thine. 


HYMN  XLU.      To  be  with  Chrift,   for  me  is  far 
better..     Phil.  i.  23. 

IF  all  the  globe  belong'd  to  me, 
Both  lands  and  feag,  from  eaft  to  weft, 
Yet,  Lord,  my  foul  would  third  for  thee, 
Becaufe  "  to  be  with  Ghriit  is  beft," 

2.  Should  honour  court  me  with  her  charms, 
Or  kings  invite  me  as  a  gucir, 

Or  pleafure  call  me  to  her  arms, 
Yet  ftill  "  to  be  with  Chriit  is  02ft." 

3.  Should  gold,  andfilk,  and  diamonds  bright, 

By  ions  of   art  be  made  my  veil, 
All  would  be  nothing  in  my  fight*; 

"  To  be  w;th  Chriit  would  far  be  belt." 

4..  Or  fliould  I  Co  exalted  be, 

That   all  to  me  fhould    make  requeft; 
It  would  be  better  far  for  m* 

#To  fce  with  Chriit,  for  "that  ii  beft." 


(  is  ; 

5.  Should  friends  and  kindred,  with  cheir  claims, 
A  thoufand  lovely  things  fuggeft, 

Or  cai!  me   by  the  dearefl  names, 
I'd  fay,  "  T#  be  with  Chrift  is  bell." 

6.  Should  I  be  lov'd  by  all  fo  well, 
That  1  mould  be  by  all  carefs'd  ; 

My  foul  do  h  know,  in  Heav'n  to  dwell, 
"   And  be  with  Jefus  Chrift  is  bell." 

7.  Or  fhculd  the  Tons  and  heirs  of  heaven 
Seek  to  detain  me  from  his  breaft  ; 

To  them  this  anfwer  mould  be  giv'n, 
"  To  be  with  Chrift  the  Lord  is  beft." 

S.  Should  all  the  race  of  Ad?m  join 

To  make  this  world  my  fetcied  reft, 
And  to  regard  me  fhculd  combine, 

"  To  be  with  Chrift  for  me  is  bed." 

g.  Were  nature's  goods  combiaM  in  one, 
Peace,   health,  and  competence  poiras'd, 

And  all  trie  joys  ^slow  the  fun, 

"  For  me  t:>  be  with  Chiift  is  btft," 

10    Ivl  ific  and  friendfhip  (\xxt\y  have 

1  hLf.vceteil  charms,, as 'ris  conf^fs'd, 
Th  fcio  peifecl;on  [  would  crav<  ; 
L.  t*  oh,   ••  to  be  with  Chrift  is  beft.H 

11.  Should  earth's  united  joys  con fp ire 
To  make  m  entirely  bleit  ; 

Yet  <uC'i  is  my  intenfc  dtfire, 

Vd  iay,   '•    Fo  be  with  Ciirift  is  bed." 

12.  Or  might  I  fee  rhfc  ^'orld  in  peace, 
And  h   v~  -i  »  1  left, 

Ail  wirs  and  ftrifes  f  >r  ever  ^e^fe, 

"  Tj  be  with  Chrift  »oulu  then  be  beft." 

13.  Qi 


( 


9     ) 


lj.  C"  Jigion 

! 

T  .■ 

But  chen  "  to  be  .  '7 

1 4.  \\\  /Ven  morals  frown,. 

'mopprc 

<»   To  '-  is  tar  the  bcft." 

15.  -eav'd 
kindr^                                     arreit, 

And  by  falfe  brethren  M, 

"  ith  j     us  Chrtft  is  beft." 

e  and  wants  ab 

.    d  T:n  1  lire  It, 

around  ; 
I  fay,   "    i  1  beft." 

17.  When  w.t  and  s  the  earth, 

I  Jong   in  hcav'n  to  build  my  neil  ; 

?.n    j  have  inou?i);  n, 

I'm  fare  cl  to  b 

1 S.    Wiien  I  on  earth  can  find  no  place, 

And  a.n  in    *eeJs  or  forrow  dreft, 
Aad  mt-e:  reproach,  ,   difgrace, 

iNj  dojo:  u  t  t  is  beft." 

10    Thus  whether  j  j  or  grief  prevails, 

Tni*  ev'ry    _  nut. an  may  autil, 
A>  fuch  a  truth  that  aevei  fails, 

"    To  bw  with  Chrift  ^  HcaVii  is  bell, 

20.  Why  fines  this  wo  1  's  a  place  of  wo? 

cv'i  y   virtue  is  fappreft, 
S  ioa  d  W2DJ    1  >n^  <rom  hei  ce  to  go, 
Ani  ^>j  Witii  Ciuift,   whica  iar  ii  b<A  ? 

21.  Lord 


(      20      ) 

21.  Lord  grant  while  I  on  earth  do  ftay, 
This  truth  on  me  may  be  impreft, 

"  That  let  my  fk;e  be  what  it  may, 
«  To  be  with  Chrift  for  me  is  beft." 

22.  There's  fomeihing  wrought  within  my  foul, 
(Tho*  much  borne  down,   with  fin  deprcft) 

That  feeks  the  land  where  pleafures   roll, 
And  fays,  ««  To  be  with  Chrift  ii  beft." 


HYMN     XIV.     An    exhortation    to   praife    Go* 
and   a  cUfue  to  be  tilled  with  his  Fulnefs. 

i.  QING  to  the  Lord  and  blefs  hi«  name, 

i^)  The  God  that  built  the  fky  ; 
Truft  not  in  men  of  mighty  fame  j. 

But  on  your  God  rely. 

2.  Unto  cor  God  let  us  give  pratfe* 
Becaufe  it  is  his  due, 

And  to  his  name  new  let  us  raife 
Songs  of  thankfgiving  too, 

3.  Exalt  the  Lord  your  God  to  day  ; 
Come  lec  us  all  unite 

His  lovely  voice  for  to  obey 
Wuh  pieafure  and  delight. 

4.  Oh  may  we  feaft  upon  that  bread* 
Which  if  a  man  mail  eat, 

He  fha  1  not  die.     May  we  be  fed 
With  thia  reviving  meat! 

5.  O  may  we  drink  the  richeft  wine 
Which  is  our  Saviour's  blojd, 

And  may  we  feaft  on  things  divine, 
O  thou  moft  bkffed  G^d, 

&  Come 


(21) 

6.  Com-?,  warm  our  hearts  with  facred  fire, 
Which  is  eternal  love, 

Take  our  afFtdions  and  de&res, 
Fix  them  on  things  above. 

7.  O  may  we  join  the  heav'nly  hod, 
Loud  praifes  foi  to  ling 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Upon  the  higheft  firing. 

8.  Come  join  upon  the  higheft  key, 
God's  name  for  to  adore  ; 

To  God  on  high  al  giory  be, 
Mow  and  for  evermore. 


HYMN  XV.     Afforance   of   >Heaven    m*kes    \he 
Soul  wuiing  to  depart,  and  bb^with  Chrilt. 

1.  \X7  ELL,  let  this  earthly  houfe  decay, 

VV       This  tabernacle  ceafe, 
This  oar  abode  mull  pafs  away, 
And  utterly  decreafe. 

2.  But  Chrift  our  Lord  another  fhewa, 
An  heav'nly  building  Hands, 
Our  fouls  have  got  fome  certain  views 
Of  the  new  Canaan's  lands. 

3  Yonder  on  heav'ns  eternal  hill, 
We  know  that  we  may  fay 
We  have  an  houfe,  where  wefliall  dwell, 
That  ntver  will  decay. 

4.  Could  we  but  climb  and  view  the  land, 
And  \ac2p  the  fame  in  fight, 
Lord,  we  iliould  long  for  thy  command 
To  quit  this  Viic  of  night. 


5.Jor 


(       22      ) 

$;   Jour's  cold  ftreams,  and  death's   dark  fhade, 
Would  all  be  out  of  mind, 
While  in  this  heav'aly  frame  we  {laid 
2so  ten 01  fnould  we  find. 


6.  Then  we  fh-uld  long  to  bid  farewell 
To  all  cnis  earthry^ye, 

And  go  with  Cnnit  the  Lord  to  dwell 
In  pieaiuresevermw/e. 

7.  ■  FwouM  make  us  firive  our  race  to  run. 
The  p.»«"ze  tor  co  obtain, 

A^d  wiih  to  I  ;v„'  our  moments  done, 
Fat  to  p  off- is  our  gain. 

%.  Then  we  mould  third,  and  pant,  and  Jong 

To  q.;i'     his  mortal  clay, 
And  g"  and  j  .In  the  happy  throng, 

In  the  bngnt  realms  of  day. 

9.  'Twould  make  us  ftfriVe  to  run  our  race^ 

And  ail  our  w)k  fulfil,* 
That  we  might  quu  this  mournful  place. 

And  land  «t  Z'un's  hill. 


HYMN  XVI.     An  hymn  to  be  fang  at  Bapiifm, 


1.  1[T  is  a  very  p!   :.?ant  thiag 

X.   To  follow  Chrift  our  Lord  5. 

And  thus  obey  our  heav'nly  king 
Acxojdjng  to  his  word. 

2.  Down  to  t^c  water  fide  we  go, 
A  ur  Saviour  did, 

If    O  t)  foj 

As  Jcius  doth  us  bid,         » 


3.  Sa. 


(     23 


3.  Saviour,  we  blefs  thy  wondrous  aame» 
Fjr  ihis  eximpie  (hown  ; 

iovc  to  im.t  ice  the  lam  •, 
Which  ,  aoilown. 

4.  We  are  baptis'd  as  Jefas  was, 

ii  j  •  afy  )ok-c  we  b    i-, 

;hu*  b*        '  \   becaufc 
That  sv  .  -  .-*  vaiiis  are. 

5.  Miv  we  unto  thy  gfory  live, 
O  LorJ  teacn  us  thy  ways 

T       1  thy  holy         it  give, 
Ana  we  thy  1  ail  praife. 

6.  As  we  t^iy  KdIv  n*T*e  z>r~teC:, 
May  we  our  m  iments  fpe nd 

In  -  truth  ard  righttoufbef*, 

U^itil  our  time  fhall  end. 


HYMN     XVII.      Another. 

i.OING  to  cur  Saviour's  name 

v^    E.e'nal  ror»gs  of   praife  ; 
His  pcw'r  and  love,  and  grace  proclaim, 

Jn  all  the  notes  you  ra';fc. 

2.  Behold  a  pleafant  fight 
Before  our  wond'ring  eyes, 

Beh  Id  this  (acred  aw'ul  rite, 
Which  many  do  defptfe. 

3.  See  in  the  very  mode 
What  wonders  do  appear, 

Chrift's  death  and  ref«irn  ction  fhow'd. 
And  we  behold  them  here. 


* 


f.  We 


(  24  ; 

4-  Wc  very  plainly  (hew, 

When  plung'd  ber.eaih  the  wave, 
That  Chnlt  was  dead,  and  bury'd  too, 
Inclos'd  within  the  grav.;. 

5.  And  when  we  do  appear 

To  come  frcm  where  we've  lair. 
It  is  an  emblem  very  c!<:ar 
That  Jefus  rcfe  again. 

6.  O  happy  man  indeed  ! 
Who  doth  hi*  L<  rd  obey, 

The  Lord  to  him  wiirfer.d  good  fpeed, 
In  this  molt  bie/Ted  way. 

7.  Our  fculs  rejoice  to  fee 
This  ordinance  divine, 

i\«'d  to  behold  men  follow  thee, 

Whom  thou  dcil  {0  incline. 

$.   O  Lord  oar  hearts  rejoice 

To  ice  thy  rame  acor'd  ; 
We  love  to  htrar  thy  people's  voice 

Cry  Glory  to  the  Lord. 


HYMN     XVili. 

1.  A    MEN,  the  holy  angels  cry, 

J~\    Thus  far  O  Lord  thy  will  is  done  ! 
Amen  thy  (ainti  on  earth  rep'y, 
Thy  gloiious  woik  is  now  began. 

2.  The  joy  is  great,  when  we  can  fee 
Thy  juft  commands,  O  L?id,  obey'd, 

When  fouls  from  fn  are  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  are  obedieni  children  made. 

5.  Wc 


(       25       ) 

*    We  blefs  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
We  blefs  the  Holy  Ghoft  likewife  ; 

We  praife  the  facred  three  in  one, 
Who  made  our  fouls  from  fin  to  rife, 

4.  Thy  facred  precepts  we  receive, 
O  LORD  we  blefs  thy  holy  name, 

That  thou  fhould  ever  give  us  leave 
And  charge  us  to  obey  the  fame. 

5.  It  is  an  honour  to  obey 

Thy  great  commands  before  all  men; 
So  we  have  trod  the  wat'ry  way, 

For  in  the  water  CHRIST  hath  been, 

6.  This  ordinance  O  Lord  we  keep, 
According  to  thy  wife  defign ; 

Lord  may  we  walk  among  thy  fheep ; 
We  feek  no  other  fold  but  thine. 

7.  LORD  guide  us  by  thy  counfel  here,' 
Till  we  this  gloomy  vale  have  paft ; 

Save  us  from  fin  fave  us  from  fear. 
And  bring  us  to  thyfelf  at  laft. 

HYMN     XIX.     A  Song  of  Praife  for 
the  Holy  Ghoft. 

TV/T  Y  foul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

■iyA    My  fpirit  doth  rejoice 

In  God  my  Saviour,  and  my  God; 

I  hear  his  joyful  voice.  %  I 


(     *     ) 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joys, 

I  have  a  feaft  at  home ; 
My  fighs  are  turned  into  fongs, 
The  comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  above  the  blefled  dove, 

Is  come  into  my  breaft, 
To  witnefs  God's  eternal  love : 
This  is  my  heav'nly  feaft. 

4  This  makes  me  Aba  Father  cry, 

With  confidence  of  foul; 
This  makes  me  cry,  My  Lord,  my  God, 
And  that  without  controul. 

5  There  is  a  ftream  that  iffues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  ftream, 
Clear  as  the  cryftal  Stone  : 

6  The  ftream  doth  water  Paradife, 

It  makes  the  angels  fmg ; 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart, 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  fpring ; 

7  Such  joys  as  are  unfpeakable, 

And  full  of  glory  too ; 
jSuch  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 
As  worldlings  do  not  know. 

8  Eye 


(     27     ) 

8  ,Eye  hathnotfeen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

From  fancy  'tis  conceal'd 
What  thou  Lord  haft  laid  up  for  thine, 
And  haft  to  me  reveal'd. 

9  I  fee  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 

I  tafte  thy  fweeteft  love ; 
My  foul  doth  leap,  but  Oh,  for  wings ; 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove, 

io    Then  would  I  fly  far  hence  away, 
Leaving  this  world  of  fin ; 

Then  would  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand. 
And  kindly  take  me  in. 

1 1   Then  would  my  foel  with  angels  feaft, 
On  joys  which  aBvays  laft  ; 

Bleft  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 
Who  gives  me  here  a  tafte. 

H  Y  M  N     XX.      A  Prayer  for   perfons 
joined  in  fellowfhip. 

'    ^RY  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground: 

Of  every  finful  heart, 
Whate'er  of  fin  in  us  is  found 
O  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  ftray* 
Leave  us  not  comfortlefs, 

But 


^        20        J 

But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlafting  peace, 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other  Lord, 

Each  other's  crofs  to  bear; 
Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  ftock  improve, 
Increafe  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee  the  living  head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 

Till  thou  haft  made  us  free  indeed, 

And  fpotlefs  here  below. 

t  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride, 
Give  us  in  heav'n  a  happy  lot, 

With  all  the  fandify'd, 

HYMN       XXL 

AWAKE/ and  fing  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 
tWake  every  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praife  the  Saviour's  name. 

2      Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  riling  pow'r.  Sing 


(     *9 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  thofe  whofe  fins  he  bare. 

j    Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Afceading  with  our  tongues,  2 

Sing  till  the  love  of  (in  departs, 

And  grace  infpires  our  fongf  • 

4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ranfom'd  finners  fing; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 
In  Chrift  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Sing  till  you  hear  Chrift  fay, 

Your  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
Sing  on  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 

Till  we  all  meet  inHcav'n# 

6  Soon  fhall  ye  hear  Chrift  fay, 

u  Ye  blefled  children  come;'' 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

HYMN       XXII, 

CAW  ye  taot  the  cloud  arife, 

Little  as  an  human  hand? 
Now  it  fprcads  along  the  fk;es, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirty  land,    Lo! 


(     3«     ) 

Lo !  the  promife  of  a  fhowV 

Drops  already  from  above, 
But  the  Lord  fhall  fhortly  pour 
All  the  fpirit  of  his  love. 

2  Sons  of  God  your  Saviour  praife, 
He  a  door  hath  open'd  wide 

He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace, 
Jefu's  word  is  glorify'd: 

Jefus  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought^ 

Worthy  is  the  work  of  him, 

Who  all  things  to  being  brought, 

2  When  he  firft  the  work  begun 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day, 
Now  the  word  does  fwiftly  run, 

Now  itfpreads  its  glorious  way; 
More  and  more  it  fhines  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail  j 
Sin's  ftrong  holds  it  now  o'erthrows, 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  helL 

HYMN     XXIII. 

A  Song  of  Praife  for  the  Gofpel. 
IDLEST  be  my  God  that  I  was  born 
■*"*    To  hear  the  gofpel  found ; 
That  I  was  born  to  be  baptized,. 
And  bred  on  holy  ground  :. 


(     3.     ) 

2.  That  I  was  bred  where  God  appears 

With  tokens  of  his  grace; 
The  lines  arc  fallen  unto  me 
In  a  moft  pleafant  place. 

3.  I  might  have  been  a  Pagan  bred, 

Or  elfe  a  veiled  Jew, 
Or  cheated  with  the  Al  Koran 
Amongft  the  Turkifh  crew- 

4.  So  in  a  dungeon  dark  as  night 

I  might  have  fpentmy  days; 
But  thou  haft  fent  me  gofpel  light, 
To  thine  eternal  praife. 

5   The  fun  that  rofe  up  in  the  eaft, 
And  drove  the  fhades  away, 

Its  healing  wings  have  reach'd  the  weft, 
And  tunfd  the  night  to  day. 

6.  Bleft  be  my  God  for  what  I  fee, 

My  God  for  what  I  hear, 
I  hear  Inch  bleffed  news  from  Heav'n 
Not  earth  nor  hell  I  fear. 

7.  I  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  bonv 

My  Lord  for  me  did  die, 
My  Lord  for  me  did  rife  again, 

And  did  afcend  on  high;  8 


(     3*     ) 

8.   On  high  he  Hands  to  plead  my  cauic, 

And  will  return  again, 
And  fet  me  on  a  glorious  throne, 

And  I  with  him  fhall  reign. 


HYMN         XXIV. 

Light  Shining  out  of  Darknefs. 


G 


OD  moves  in  a  myfterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform, 
He  plants  his  footftcps  in  the  fea, 
And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 

2   Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  dcfigns, 

And  works  his  fov'reign  will. 

3.  Ye  fearful  faints  frefh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  fo  much  dread 
Arc  big  with  mercy,  and  fhall  break 
In  bleflings  on  your  head. 

4.  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe, 

But  trufthim  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  fmilingface. 

5.  His  f  irpofes  will  ripen  fait, 

Unfoj,  dipg  ev'ry  hoyr,  The 


(      33     ) 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  fiow'r. 

6.  Blind  unbelief  is  fure  to  err., 
And  fcan  his  work  in  vain: 

God  is  his  awn  interpreter, 

A:         :  will  make  it  plain. 

H  Y   M  N     XXV.     Invitation: 

/^OME  ye  finners  poor  and  wretched, 
^^  Weak  and  wounded  Tick  and  fore, 
Jefus  ready  (lands  to  fave  you, 

Full  of  pity,   love  and  powV; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify, 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jefus  (Thrift  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confeience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitnefi  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  litnefi  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him; 

This  he  gives  you, 
*Tis  the  Spirits  glimmering  beam. 

4  Come  ye  weary,    heavy  laden, 
Bruii'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 


(     34     ) 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous, 

Sinners  Jefus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  f 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  &  finifh'd," 

Sinner,  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

6  Lo  !   th'  incarnate  God  afcended,. 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 

Let  no  other  truft  intrude  i 

None  but  Jefus, 
Can  do  helpleis  finners  good. 

7  Saints  and  Angels  join'd  in  concert 

Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  biiisful  feats  of  Heaven 

Sweetly  eccho  with  his  name. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 

H     Y     M     N         XXVL 

J    OPvD  help  us  on  thy  love  to  feed  \ 

In  peace  difmifs  us  hence  ; 
Be  thou  in  every  time  of  need, 

Our  refuge  and  defence. 
2    We  now  defire  to  blefs  thy  name, 

And  in  our  hearts  record  And 


(;    35    ) 

a  n  ]  ^vr  thankful  tongues  proclaim 

x  ■  lefs  of  the  Lord. 

I  N       XXVII. 

A  Rif^,  mj  Veil  thoughts  arife, 

***  To  torrents  melt  my  dreaming  eyes ! 
And  thou  my  heart  with  anguifh  feel, 
Thofe  evils  which  thou  can'ft  not  heal, 

2  See  human  nature  funk  in  fhame  1 
See  fcandals  pour'd  on  Jefu's   name  ! 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  fon  ! 
The  world  abus'd,  the  foul  undone  ! 

3  See  the  fhort  courfe  of  vain  delight 
doling  in  long  and  dreadful  night! 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
The  briny  tears  for  ages  flow. 

4  My  God  I  feel  the  mournful  fcene; 
My  bowels  yearn  o^er  dying  men; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  fnatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame, 

5  But  feeble  my  compafiion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  moit  it  loves; 
Thine  own  all  faving  arm  employ, 
And  turn  thefe  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

H  Y  M  N     XXVIII.     The  Jubilee. 
DLOW   ye  the  trumpet  blow, 
^    The  gladly  folemn  found 
Let  ail  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotefl  bound,  The 


C    36    ) 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 

Return  ye  ranfom'd  finncrs  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 

The  all  atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  thro'  his  blood 

To  all  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year,  &c. 

3  Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought, 

Your  heritage  above  ; 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jefu's  love : 
The  year  &tc. 

4  The  gofpel  trumpet  founds; 

Let  all  the  nations  hear,    - 
And  earth's  remotefl  bounds 
Before  the  throne  appear: 
The   year  5cc. 

HYMN         XXIX. 

/TPHIS   God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
A      Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend; 
Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jefus  the  firft  and  the  laft, 

Whofe  fpirit  fhall  guide  us  fafe  home; 

We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  paft, 
And  truft  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN 


(    37    ) 

HYMN      XXX. 

DESERTERS,  to  the  Camp  return,, 
Refume  your  former  Poft, 
Bewail  your  Crimes,  your  Bafenefs  mourn  1 
For  yet  Ye  are  not  loft. 

2.  Your's  is  a  fad,  a  dang'reus  Cafe, 
Be  humbfe,  and  repent  ; 

Mercy  you'il  find,  tho'  e'er  fo  bafe, 
The  Moment  you  relent. 

3.  Sinners  are  fav'd  by  Jv/k's  Blood, 
How  vile  fo  e'er  they  be ; 

Eternal  Life's  the  Gift  of  C0J1 
And  Gifts  are  always  free. 

4.  'Tis  not  by  Works  of  Righteoufne#, 
Which  any  Man  has  done; 

But  G$d  his  Cent  his  Son  to  blefs  5 
Return,  and  kils  the  Son. 


HYMN    XXXI. 

Dcttb. 

1.  T  7ATN  Man  thy  fond  Purfuita  forbctr-t 
V     Repent  ;    thy  End  is  nigh, 
Death  at  tnc  fartheft  can't  bfiar; 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die  1 

2.  RrfUft,  th©u  haft  a  Son!  to  Uve, 
Thy  Sins  how  hieh  they  mount! 

What  are  :h     II  1   es  keyond  the  GiIY*  t 
How  lUuas  that  Giik  account* 


i'  Pea* 


(    33     ) 

$.  fceath  enters,  and  there's  no  Defence, 
His  Time  there's  none  can  tell, 

Nc'U   in  a  Moment  call  thee  her.ee, 
To  Heaven  or  to  Hell. 

4.  ThyFlcfe,  perhaps  thy  chiefeft  Care, 
Sha;l  crawling  Worms  confume, 
But  ah,  Defiru&ion  flops  not  there  j 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  Tomb  ! 

5.  To  Day,  the  Gofpel  calls,  to  Day: 
Sinners,  it  fpeaks  to  You  ; 

Let  ev'ry  one  forfak*  his  Way, 
And  Mercy  will  enfue. 

6.  Rich  Mercy,  dearly  bought  with  Bloed, 
How  vile  foe'er  he#be, 

Abundant  Pardon,  Peace  with  God\ 
AH  giv'n  entirely  free. 


HYMN    XXXIL 

Mefcre  f  reaching* 

:,  /*VNCE  more  we  come  before  our  God9 

\JF    Once  m#re  hi?  Blefling  afk; 

Ch,  m*y  net  Duty  feemaLaadi 
Nor  worfhip  prove  a  Tafic. 

2.  Father/  thy  qaick'ning  Spirit  fead 
From  Heav'n,  in  Jeftfs  Name, 

To  m*ke  our  w«iuo|  Minds  attend, 
And  put  cur  Souls  in  Frame. 

%.  May  we  receive  the  Word  we  hearf 
Each  in  an  ho*elt  Heart ; 

Hoard  up  tne  precious Trcsfure  there, 
And  new  wita  it  part 

4.  To 


(     39    ) 

4«  To  feek  thee  all  our  Heart*  difpofc? 
To  each  thy  Bieffings  fait. 

And  let  the  Seed  thy  Servant  fows 
Produce  a  copious  Fruit, 

5.  Bid  the  refrefhing  North  Wind  wake  } 
Say  to  the  South  Wind,  Blow  ; 

Let  ev'ry  Plant  the  Pow'r  partake, 
And  all  the  Garden  grow. 

6.  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heav'ftly  Show'rs, 
The  cold  with  Warmth  divine  ; 

And  as  the  Benefit  is  curs, 
Be  all  the  Glory  thine. 


HYMN       XXXIIL 
For  htjhall  not  /peak  of  himftlf. 

3.  TTT  Hatever  prompts  the  Soul  te  Pride, 

VV    Or  gives  u%  Room  to  boaft 
(Except  in  Jefus  crucify 'd J 
Is  not  the  Holy  Gboft. 

2.  That  blefled  Spir't  omitt  to  fyeak 

Of  what  himfelf  has  done, 
And  bids  th*  enlighten'd  Sinner  fcek 

Salvation  in  the  Sen. 

5.  He  feldom  moves  a  Man  to  fay, 

"  Thank  God,  Pm  made  fo  good  yy 
lut  turns  his  Eye  another  Way, 

To  Jefus  and  his  Blood. 

4.  Great  are  the  Graces  he  confers. 
But  all   in  Jefu's  Name  ; 

He  gladly  dictates,  gladly  hears, 
"   Salvation  to  the  Lamb" 

Da  HYMN 


(    40     ) 

HYMN     XXXIV; 

The  young  Lions  do  lack,,  and  fufFer  Hanger,  bu^ 
they  that  feek  the  Lt rd  fhall  not  want  any  Good, 
Pfalm  xxxiv.  10, 

i.  \T  E  Lambs  of  ChriJF%  Fold,, 

JL     Ye  Weaklings  ia  Faith, 

Who  long  to  lay  hold 
On  Life  by  his  Death; 

Who  fain  would  believe  him, 
And  in  your  beft  Room 

Would  gladly  receive  him, 
But  fear  to  prefume. 

«♦  Remember  one  Things 
(O  \  may  it  fink  deep) 

Our  Shepherd  and  ting 
Cares  much  for  his  Sheep. 

To  truft  him  endeavour ; 
The  Work  is  his  own ; 

He  makes  the  Believer, 
And  gives  him  his  Crown« 

g.  Thofe  feeble  Defire?, 
Thofe  Wifhes  fo  weak, 

'Tis  Jeftts  infpires, 
And  bid  you  ftili  feek,- 

His  Spirit  will  cherifti 
The  Life  he  firft  gave  : 

You  never  fhall  perifh, 
If  Je/us  can  fave. 

4.  Proud  Lions  that  boafta 
When  lufty  and  young, 

Soan  find  to  their  Cort, 
Self  Conidjence  wrong ; 

Tormented 


(    41     ) 

Tormented  with  Hunger, 
Thayfeel  their  Strength  vain  ; 

For  Famine  is  flrcnger, 
And  gnaws  them  with  Pain. 

5.  Bat  Lambs  are  prcfervM, 
Tho*  herplefs  in  kind  ; 

When  .  re  ibrv'J, 

They  Nouriffcment  find. 

Their  Shepherd  upholds  tfccfi 
When  faint  in  his  Arms, 

And  feeds  them,  and  folds  th 
And  guards  them  from  Harms, 

6.  Tho:  I  -es  we  fee 
The  Cafe  i:  qs  ; 

Bad  Shepherd:  ?e; 

Yet  what's  that  to  us  ? 

The  Shepherd  who  chafe  u* 
:l  furely  be  good  ; 

Who  rather  than  lofe  us 
Would  flicd  his  Hearts  BIo« 

7.  Bier*  Soul,  that  can  fa/,. 
"  G&r/ytf  only  I  fetk;" 

Wait  for  him  alway  ; 
Be  conftant,  tho'  weak. 

The  Lord,  whom  theu  feekef^ 
Will  not  tarry  long, 

And  to  him  the  weakest 
II  dear  as  the  ftrong. 


$  S  A  Y  M  11 


I   4*   ) 

HYMN    X$TXV 
Free  Grace. 


r,    X7  E  Children  of  Ged, 
\     By  Faith  in  his  Son, 

Rideem'd  by  his  Blood, 
And  with  him  made  one. 

This  Union  with  Wonder 
And  Rapture  be  feen  ; 

Which  nothing  mail  /under, 
Without  or  within. 

2.  This  Pardon,  this  Peace? 
Which  none  can  deftroy, 

This  Treafure  of  Grace, 
This  heavenly  Joy, 

The  Worthlefs  may  crave  it* 
It  always  comes  free; 

The  yileft  may  h*ve  xr, 
'Twas  given  to  me. 

3.  *Tis  not  for  good  Deed?, 
Good  Tempers,  nor  Frames ; 

From  Grace  it  proceeds, 
And  all  is  the  Lamb's. 

No  Gcodnefs,  no  Fitnefs, 
Expects  he  from  us ; 

This  I  can  well  witnefs ; 
fox  none  could  be  worfe. 

4.  Sick  Sinner  expect 

No  Balm  but  CbriJTi  Blood  v. 

Thy  owa  Works  reject, 
The  Bad,  and  the  Good. 

None  ever  mifcarry 
That  on  him  rely, 

Tho'  filthy  as  Mary*,. 
Manajfeh,  Ql  I. 

•  Mary  "klagdaUne. 


HYMI 


(   43    ) 

HYMN      XXXVI. 

Hitherto  hath  the  Lord  helped  us.     L  Sam.  vii.  is-. 

i.   rpHO'  ftraic  be  the  Way, 
X      With  Dangers  befet; 

And  we  thro'  Delay 
Are  no  farther  yet; 

Oar  good  Guide  and  Saviour 
Hath  helped  thus  far  ; 

And  Ms  by  his  Favser 
We  are  what  we  are. 

2.  A  Favour  fo  great, 
We  highly  mould  prize  ; 

Nor  murmur,  nor  fret, 
Nor  final  I  Things  defpiie. 

But  what  call  we  fmall  Things  ? 
Sin's  whole  canceled  Sum  ; 

'Til  greater  than  all  Things— 
Except  thofe  to  come. 

3.  My  Brethren  reflect 
On  what  we  have  been  ; 

How  God  had  Refpcft         A 
To  us  under  Sin. 

When  lower  and  lower 
We  ev'ry  Day  fell, 

He  firetch'd  forth  his  Power, 
And  fnatch'd  us  from  Hell. 

4.  Then  let  us  rejoice, 
And  chearfully  ftng, 

With  Heart,  and  with  Voice, 
To  Jejus  our  King  ; 

Who  thus  far  has  brought  ui 
Prom  Evil  to  Good  ; 

The  Ranfom  that  bought  us, 
No  left  than  his  Ittttd, 

5.  Per 


for  B-eiEngs  like  thefe- 
teoufty  giv'n, 
For  Prcip  t£is  of  Peace, 
And  Foretaitcs  of  Heav'n  ; 

'T is  grateful,  'tis  pleafant» 
To  ficg  and  a^ore; 

Be  thankful  for  prefenC, 
And  then  :■.&.  fcr  more, 


H  Y  M  N    XXX Vll. 

*The  Fountain   of   Cbrift. 

Zech.  xiii,   i. 

1 1  ^T^HE  Fountain  of  Cbrijl 

JL      Aflift  me  to  fing3 
The  Blood  of  our  Prieft, 

Our  crucify'd  King  ; 
Which  perfe&ly  cleanfcs 

From  Sin,   and  from  Filth  ; 
And  richly  difpenfes 

Salvation  and  Health* 

a;  This  Fountain  fo  dear 

He'll  freely  impart ; 
Unlock'd  by  the  Spear, 

It  guih'd  from  his  Heart, , 
With  Blood,  and  with  Water,  , 

The  firfl  to  atone, 
Te  cleanfe  us  the  latter, 

The  Fountain's  but  One. 

3,  This  Fountain  is  fuch 
(As  ihouiands  can  tell) 

5The  Moment  we  touch 
Si's  Streams,  we  are  we!. 


Ali 


(     45     ) 

:  "Waters  befide  them 
Are  full  ot     he  Curfe; 
For  ail  that  have  try'd  theis 
Swell,  rof,  and  grow  worfe, 

4.  This  Fountain,  fick  Soal, 
Recovers  thee  quite ; 

Bathe  here,  and  be  whole; 

Wafh  here  and  be  white  ; 
Whatever  Difeafes 

Or  Dangers  be 
The  Fountain  of  Jefus 

Will  rid  thee  of  all. 

5.  This  Fountain  from  Gui's 
Not  onv   nvakes   pure, 

And  givei,  foon  as  feltp 

Infallible  Cure ; 
Sue  if  Guilt  removed, 

Return  and  remain, 
Itt  Pow'r  may  be  proves 

Again,  and  again 

5.  Tfcis  Fountain  unfeaVd, 

Stands  open  for  all, 
That  long  to  be  heal'd, 

The  Great  and  the  5 

Here's  Strength  for  the 

at  hither  are  led  ; 

Here's  Health  for  the  b 

Here's  Life  fpr  the  Dead. 

s  Four.:  '  rich, 

From  Charge  ?„r    ; 

The  poorer  the  Wretch 
The  we-comer  h/re ; 
I 

me  and  D3:e; 
l  ccme  too  fihl 
tc  ou  are. 


.(     4«     ) 

8,  This  Fountain  in  vain 

Has  never  been  tiy'd, 
It  takes  out  all  Stain 

Whenever  apply'd; 
The  Water  flows  fweetly 

With  Virtue  divine, 
To  cleanfe  Souls  completely* 

Tho'  leprous  as  mine, 


HYMN    XXXVIIL 
For  thin*  is  the  kingdom,  tf  r«     Mat .  vi.  1 ji 

1.  \7E  Souls  that  arc  weak 

X     And  helplefs,  and  poo?, 
Who  know  not  to  fptak, 

Much  lefs  to  do  more, 
Lo  here's  a  Foundation 

For  Comfort  and  Peace* 
In  Cbrift  is  Salvation, 

The  kingdom  is  His* 

2.  With  Power  he  rules; 
And  Wonders  performs ; 

Giv»s  Conduct  to  Fools, 

And  Courage  to  Worm?, 
Befet  by  fore  Evils 

Without,  and  within, 
By  Legions  of  Devils, 

And  Mountains  of  Sin, 


3,  Then  be  not  afraid  ; 

All  Power  is  giv'si 
To  Jefus  our  Head, 

la  Earth,  and  in  Hcav'n 


Thro* 


(     47    ) 

Thro*  him  we  {hall*  conquer 

The  mightieft  Foes; 
Our  Captain  is  Stronger 

Than  all  that  oppofe, 

4.  Hii  Pcw'r  from  above 
He*U  freely  imp  art ; 

So  free  is  his  Love  * 

So  tender  h-is  Heart ! 
JUdeem'd  with  his  Merit, 

We're  wafh'd  in  his  Blood; 
EcnewM'bv  his  Spirit, 

WVve  Power  with  Gcd. 

5.  Thy  G-ace  qrs  adore, 
Dire&or  divio 

The  Kingdom,   and  Pcw'r, 
-And  Glory;  are  thine. 

Preferve  u^  ir  m  running 
On  Rocks  or  on  Shelves  ; 

Ff  m  F  jes  ftrong  and  cuoning  ; 
And  inoft  from  ourfeives. 

5.  Reign  o'er  us  as  II -ng; 

Accomplifh  thy  Will; 
And  jaofc'rfuiiy  bring 

Us  forth  from  all  111  ; 
Till  falling  before  thee 

We  laud  thy  Jov'd  Namr, 
Afcribing  the  Glory 

To  God  and  the  Lamb. 


DOXO 


(   48   ) 


BOXOLOOl 

GIVE  Glory  to  Godt 
Yt  Children  of  Me*  • 
And  publiflji  abroad, 
Again  and  againr 
Thtr  bon's  glorious  Merit, 
The  Father's  free  Grace, 
The  Gifts  of  the  Spirit, 
To  Mam's  loft  Race. 


HYMN     XXXFX. 

Chrifi  m  fare  Guide. 

2.    £~**  UIDE  me,  oh  thou  great  J«he*  <ik, 

VJ      Pilgrim  through  this  barren  Land, 
I  am  w  eak,  bux  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  pow'nui  Hand  \ 
Bread  of  Heaven,  Bread  of  Heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2.  Open  nc£/  the  crvftat  Fountain 
Whence  the  healing  Streams  do  fl;w* 

Let   the  fi'ry    cloudy  PilUr 

Lead  me  ail  my  Journey  througk  ; 
Stiong  D^iiv'rer,   strung  DJiv'frr, 
Be  thcu  ftiii  my  Strength  anO  Shield. 

3.  When  I  tread  the  Verge^f  Jord*n9 
Bid  my  anxkus  Ftar  iufcfke  -3 

Drath  ^t   Dea  fe  ,  a»d  Htii'tDeuiuftiOD* 

Laud  inz  i'sDc  oti  Canaan's  Sice. 
Songs  01   Praiies,  Songs  ^i  Piaiies* 
1  will  ev«r  yve  to  'i  bit. 


HYMN 


(     49     ) 


HYMN      XL, 

1.  T\/TOorning,  and  drooping,   here  I  lie 
1VA     Upon   this  earthly  Clod, 

While  heav'nly  Things  invite  my  Eye, 
And  bring  me  to  my  God. 

2.  Tranfported  with  a  glorious  View 
Of  God's  eternal  Love, 

-Unto   this  World  I  bid    adieu, 
And  long  to  be  above. 

3.  There  all  the  Saints  in  Harmony 
Do  ftand  forevermore, 

And  to  a  vafl  Eternity 
Their  glorious  Lord  adore. 

4.  Hat  It !    Hark  1  Methinks  I  hear  the  Sound  \ 
Methinks  the  Angels  /ing; 

The  glorious  Melody   goes   round, 
Wi.ich  makes  the  Hesv'ns  to  ring  . 

5.  The  Saints  above  do  fing  a  Song 
(In    a  melodious    Strain) 

Which  doih  to  God  alone  belong, 
An4  to  the  Lamd  once  (lain. 

6.  Wonder,    and  Love,    and  Joy,    and  Pra. 

eir  happy  Souls, 
While  the  vaft  Flood  of  ibv'reign  Grace 
Through  \  Region  rpll 

1-   '>  i  in  white  Arra\ 

-e  • 


l  hrough    the  bright  Realms  of  tnilth  Day. 
nor  one  Mourner   there, 


8,  Br 


( :  (>  ) 

g    Bat  oh,    the  Glory  of  the  Place, 

No  mortal  Tongue  can  tell.. 
Vfbere  they  behold  rheir  Saviour  »  Fa.e, 

And  in  his  Prefence  dwelt 

o    Oh,  how  they  each  perform  their  Part,, 
y  Thro'  all  the  happy  Tram. 
This  glorious  Song  infpires  their  Hea.ts, 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  once  (lain. 

I0.  Amen,  they  cry,  amen,   amen, 

Thy  Ways  ch  God  are  true; 
31effii,  and  Glory,  W^om,  and 

Thankfgivingisthy  Due. 

,..  Honor,  and  Pew'r,  and  endlefs  Might, 

"Begiv'ntothee,  oh  Lord  ! 
In  thi! tweet  Song  they  allumte, 

And  fing  with  one  Accord. 
I2.  Oh,  how  the  bending  Seraphs  joia 

-T^  rraife  the  God  above'.  . 

Ts  pratte  ***    ■       ■    Nctes  divine, 
While  all  the  Saints,  m  rw 

Do  fing  redeeming  ^ove. 

„    worthi,  oh  Lord,  worthy  art  thorn 

jTp  wear  the  glorious  Crown; 
So  aU-The  Sainton  Glor^  bow, 

And  call  theirDi'dems  down. 

I4.  The  S=nS  ^TllfslV0^' 
Ct  vaft  Sternity. 

Tfee  ,  above  wilLnave f 


(     5*     > 

i6.  If  all  the  D'Ods  in  Oceans  v/ide' 

Were  to  be  numbered  o'er, 
And  then  by  Millions  multiply^ 

And  twice  as  many  mere  ; 

17.  And  then  as  many  Years  (hculd  pafs 
As  Water  Drops 

Or  Grains  of  Sand,  or  Spires  of  Graf?, 
Upon  this  eartu:y  Bail. 

18.  Then  add  as  many  Millions  more 
As  Stars  that  fill  the  Sky  ; 

Then  all  that  number  doubled  o'er 
Can't  xaete  Eternity. 

19.  Eternity  will  ftill  remain; 
'Tvviii  be  Eternity. 

The  Song  to  God  thQ  Three  in  One 
Will  laft  eternally; 

so.  Who  can  defcribe  the  Blefiednefs 

Of  Pleasures  ever  new  ? 
I  long  the  Glory  to  peflefs, 

And  bid  all  Sin  adieu. 

2-1.  Farewell  my  Friends,  I  long  to  go; 

Adieu  Death,  Sorrow,  Pain, 
Adieu  to  Fears,  adieu  to  Woe  ; 

And  Welcome  cndleis  Gain. 

22.  Oh,  how  my  Souf  doth  long  to  qrtit 
This  Earth,   and  foar  away  ! 

Oh  Jefus,  if  it  is  mod  fit, 
Lee  not  thy  Chariot  ftay. 

23.  Come  take  my  longing  Spirit  up, 
To  dwell  wi»h  tbee  above; 

I  long  with  Tnee,   my  Lord,   to  fup, 
Oil  everiifting  Love. 

E  2  24.  The 


P**2     ) 

24.  The  Time  feems  long  till  Thou  deft  bring. 

My  Soul  unto  that  Place, 
Where  I  thy  Praife  (hall  ever  Ting, 

And  reft  in  thine  Embrace. 


HYMN    XLI. 

3.   T"\EAR  Saviour  here  I  panting  lie, 
1  7  And  long  to  fee  thy  Face; 
Oh,  Lcrd  I  pray>  do  not  deny 
The  Vifits  of  thy  Grace. 

2.  How  long  mall  that  bright  Hour  delay  1 
When  will  my  Lord  appear  r 

I  long  to  fee  the  happy  Day 
When  Je/us  will  draw  near. 

3.  Oh,  how  I  ftretch  to  take  my  Flight  I 
My  Soul  is  on  the  Wing; 

I  long  to  fee  my  Heart's  DeWght ; 
And  be  with  Chrtft  my  Ki  ng. 

4.  Dear  Saviour  come,  fweet  Jefuszome, 
J  long  to  hear  thy  Voice  ; 

Je/us  ride  on,  thy  Powsr  afFume, 
And  make  thy  Saints  rejoice. 

5.  I  long  to  hear  the  Trumpet  founds 
And  fee  the  Saints  arife, 

I  long  to  fee  my  Saviour  crowa'd, 
And  bow  his  Enemies. 

6.  Moft  gloriots  King  I  love  thy  Name, 
I  long  for  to  adore, 

1  long  to  found  thy  glorious  Fame 
Upon  the  blifsful  Shore. 


I  can'c 


(     53     ) 

y.  1  can't  ray  Heart's  Deares  *x?:cC;  ; 
Jejus  thou  art  my  all  : 

My  Soul  deures*  no  Kapplnefs 
Bu:  at  thy  Feet  to  fall. 

8.  Oh  let  my  Soul  abforbei  b2, 
While  Gl  ioth  mefurround, 

As  a  fan  all  Drop  in  the  vail  Sea 
h  loft,  and   can'c  be  found, 

9.  I  lo»g  thy  coming  to  behold; 
Then  (hall  thy  Saints  adore. 

My  ardent  Longings  can'c  be  told  ; 
So  I  can  fay  no  more. 


HYMN     XLII. 

1.  \I/  H  E  N  Chrijl  mall  rend  from  End  to  End 
IT      Tn«  Regions  of  the  Air, 
fpltl   t  e  Skies  in  twain  iikev^ 
Then  Lc'il   himfelf  appear. 

2.  Then  he'll  appear  a  drawing  near 
With  Armies  broad  and  long  • 

In  Rank  and  File,  ten  thoufaild  Mile, 
Then  we  (ball  fee  the  Throng. 

3.  Then  he  will  tell  the  Arch  Angel, 
To  blow  the  Trumptt  loud, 

That  all  may  hear,  both   far  and  neaj  ; 
Oh,   then  you'll  fee  the  C 

4.  Then  be  will 

T  iie  Beggar,   Prince,  irrd  Drudge  ; 
The  high  :p3 

Tocvme  before 

E 


(     54    ) 

5.  The  Sheep  fh all  (land  at  Chrift*  right  Hand, 
Bat  Goats  at  his  lefc  Side  ; 

All  fhall  appear,  from  far  and  near, 
To  have  their  Caufes  try'd. 

6.  Then  he  will  fay,  Depart  away,    . 
Ye  Goats  go  down  to  dwslf 

With  the  Devil  and  his  Angela, 
In  a  prepared  Hell. 

7.  But  to  the  reft,  "  Come  up  ye  bleft, 
(The  Sayiour  he  will  fay) 

"  Come  dwell  above,  and  reft  in  Love* 
u  To  one  eternal  Day. 

8.  "  When  you've  been  there  ten  thoufand  Year 
<f  Bright  fhinif.g  like  the  Sun, 

"  You've  no  lefs  Days  to  ling  God's  Praife 
"  Than  when  you  Hrfb  begun. 

9.  "  Thofe  Robes  you  wear,  £o  bright,   and  fair* 
"  Which  dazzle  like  the  Sun, 

"  I've  kept  above,  wrapt  up  in  Love  ; 
«'  Atfgels  ne'er  had  them  on. 

10.  "  Bat  know  my  Bride,  had  I  not  dy'd, 
<;  You  mull  have  naked  gone  ; 

«  They're  made  for  you,  1  know  they'll  do, 
«'  For  I  have  try'd  them  on. 

11."  Now  who  arc  they  that  daje  to  fay,. 
**  I've  bcexi  too  kiftd  co  thefe  ? 

"  A  Right  I  have  to  damn  or  fave, 
»  Or  do  juft  what  I  picafc." 


1 2.  Jejut 


"    (     55     ) 

12.  Je/us  I  third,  and  go  I  mult, 
I  long  10  be  above  ; 

I  long  to  fing,   and  praife  my  King, 
Where  Oceans  flow  with  Love. 


H  Y  M  N     XLIII. 

i.    ^T  I  ON  rejoice,   life  up  your  Voice  ; 

^f  j      Your  Saviour  will  appear; 
Tne  Lamb,  once  {lain,  will  come  to  reiocx 
With  yeu,  a  thoufand  Years. 

2.   Satan  he'll  bind,  as  you  will  find, 

And  Jefus  will  be  King; 
The  Saints  he'il  rnife  to  fiag  his  Praife, 

And  Death  fhall  lofc  his  Sting. 

5.  He's  blefl  indeed,  that  (ball  be  freed 
From  Sin,   Hell,  and  the  Grave; 

Over  that  Man  Dra:h  never  Can 
The  lead  Dominion  have. 


H  Y  M  N      XLIV. 
A  dying  Saint's  Fareivel . 

i.  IP^E  A  R  Friends  farewel,  I  go  to  dwtil 
jLJt    VVuh  Jefus  Cbr':j},  on  hig>i ; 

There  for  to  fing  Praife  to  my  King 
To  all  Eternity. 


2.  W 


i  56  ) 


2.  While  I've  been  here  you  have  been  d 
I've  ahvays  ijund  you  kind  ; 

Bat  no*  thro'  Grace,  I  quit  thisPlac~: 
And  leave  you  all  behind* 

3.  Weep  not  for  me,  for  here   you  fee 
My  Trials  h-ve  been  -gre-at  ; 

But  row  ('ris  true)  I  bid  adieu, 
And  change  my  moursful  State. 

4.  "Twill  not  be  long  before  the  Throng 
Will  all  together  be  ; 

And  yoa  thai  know  tne  Lord,  below, 
Shall  then  yonj  Saviour  fee. 

5.  There  we  (hall  join  in  Songs  divine, 
God's  holy  Name  fhall  praiie  ; 

And  view  Clyrifi?*  Smiies,   forget  the  To 
Of  the  it  few  evil  Days. 

6.  There  «  I  Sand  at  his  right  Hand, 

And  in  /ArPrefence  dwell; 
And  bin   id :  e,   forevermore, 
So  Brethren,   new  fare  we  U 


H  Y  M  N       XLV. 
A  F utter  il  Hymn  J  or  a   Believer. 

z.     A    H!  lcv«{y  Appearance  rf  Death, 
jiJL   NO  Sight  upoc  Earth  is  i> 

Not  a1'  the  vc\  Pag*  inti  tb    :  b 
Car*  with  a  dead  £odj  c  m 


(     SI     ) 

z.  With  folemn  Delight  I  furvey 
The  Corps,  when  the  Spirit  is  fletf, 

In  Love  with  the  beautiful  Clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  his  (lead. 

3.  How  bit  ft  is  our  Brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  Minc^ 

Howeafy  the  Soul,  that  hath  \zft 
This  wearifome  Body  behind  1 

4.  Of  Evil  incapable  tjbou, 
Whofe  Relicts  with  Envy  I  fee  r 

No  longer  in  Mifery  now, 
No  longer  a  Sinner  like  me. 

5.  This  Earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  Sieknefs,  or  (haken  with  Pain  ; 

The  War  in  iht  Members  is  o'er, 
And  never  fhali  vex  him  again. 

6.  No  Anger  henceforward,  or  Shame, 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  Clay  : 

Extinct  is  the  animal  Flame, 
And  Paflioa  is  vanifh'd  away. 

7.  This  languifhing  Head  i«  at  reft, 
Its  Thinking  and  Aching  are  o'er  ; 

This  quiet  immoveable  Breafr. 
Isheav'd   by  Affliction  no  more. 

8.  This  Heart  is  no  longer  the  Seat 
Of   Trouble  and  torturing  Pain  1 

It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  bear, 
it  never  (hall  flutter  again. 

9.  The  Lid;  be  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 
By  Sorrow  forbidden  to  ileep, 

Seai'd  op  in  eternal   Rcprf<*, 

Have  ftrangely  forgotten  to  weep. 


to.Thi 


C  58  ) 


3«.  The  Fountains  can  yield  no  Supplies; 

Thefe  Holiows  from  Waters  are  free  \ 
The  Tears  are  all  wip'd  from  theie  Eyts> 

And  Evil  they  never  (hall  fee. 

xi.  To  mourn  and  to  fuffer  is  mine, 
While  bound  in  a  Prifon  1  breathe  ; 

And  flil I  for  Deliverance  pine, 
And  prefs  to  the  lfiues  of  Death* 

12.  What  now  with  my  Tears  I  bedew*. 

O  might  I  this  moment  become,- 
My  Spirit  created  anew, 

My  Flefh  be  confign'd  to  the  Tomb  I 


HYMN     XLVI. 

Chrift  the  Believer's  Refuge  and  Po  riioK* 

x .    TESU,  Lover  of  my  Soul, 
J    Let  me  to  thy  Bofom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  Waters  roll, 

While  the  Tempeft  dill  is  high  y 
Hide  me,  oh,  my  Sav'cur,  hide, 

Till  the  Storm  of  Life  is  puii : 
Safe  into  the  Haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  Soul  at  lafh 

2.  Other  Refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  Soul  on  thee, 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  comfort  me; 
All  my  Trull  on  thee  is  ftay'd, 

All  my  Help  from  thee  1  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  Head 

With  the  Shadow  of  th?  Wing. 


3;  Thou 


(     59     ) 

3.   Thou,  oh  Chrifty  art  all  I  wan-% 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  and  ; 
Raife  the  Fallen,    chear  the  Faint, 

Ileal  che  Sick,  aad  lead  the  Blind, 
Jof>  and  holy  is  thy  Name, 

1  am  all  Unrighteoufnefs  1 
Vi'e  and  full  of  Sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  Truth  and  Grace. 

4.  Plenteous  Gace  with  thee  is  found, 
G  race  to  pardon  all  my  Sin  ; 

Let  the  healing  Streams  abound, 
Make,  and  keep  tne  pure  within  ; 

Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee, 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  He 
ifc  to  ail  Eternity. 


H    Y    M    N       XLVH. 

Dffiring  to  fraif:  ~xor:hi'j. 

COME  thou  Fount  cfcv'ry  BleiTing! 
Tune  my  Heart  to  fing  thy  Grace  ! 
Streams  of  Mercy  never  cesfir.g, 

Call  for  Songs  of  loudeft  P.-aife  ; 
Teach  me  fame  melodious  Sonnet, 

mg  by  flaming  Tongue*  above; 
Praife  the  Mount — I'm  fixt  upon  if, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  Love! 

1    Here  I  raife  min*  Eher.exer, 

lith'er  by  thy   Help  L'm  come  ; 

And  1  hope  by  thy  good  Pleafu?e, 

Safely  \ 


>• 


it 


i  60    ) 

.Jcfzs  fought  me,  when  a  Stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  th<;  Fo  d  ot  Gc*/, 

He   to  refcoe  me  frmin  Danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  Blood. 

3.  Oh,  to  Grace,  how  great  a  Debtor, 
Daily  I'm  conihain'd  to  be  ! 

Let  that  Grace,  Lord,  like  a  Fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  Soul  to  thee! 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love 

Here's  my  Heart — Oh  take  and  teal  it! 
Seal  it  for  thy  Courts  above ! 

4.  Oh  that  Day  when  freed  from  finning  ! 
I  mall  fee  thy  lovely  Face ! 

Clothed  in  chy  Blood- wafh'd  Linnen 
How  I'll  fivg  thy  fov'reign  Grace  ! 

Ccmc,  dear  Lord,   no  longer  tarry, 
Take  my  raptur'd  Soul  away  ; 

Send  thine  Angels  down  to  carry 
Me  to  Realms  of  endiefs  Day. 

5.  If  then  ever  didfc  difcovcr 

To  my  Faith  the  piemis'd  Land, 
-Bid  me  now  the  Stream  pefs  over, 

On  the  heav'nly  Border  (land  ; 
Now  furmount  whate'er  oppofc?, 

And  to  thine  Embrace  I'll  fly  ; 
Speak  the  Word  thou  fpake  to  Mo/es; 

I3id  me,   "  Get  rae  up,  and  die." 


HYMN 


(    6i     ) 

HYMN     XLVIII. 
fie  Gnat  Suffer.     Luke  xiv.  16,  24. 

COME,   doners,   to  the  gofpel  feaft  ; 
Let  ev'ry  foul  be  J  E  S  LPs  guefl  3 
You  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  GOD  hath  bidden  ail  mankind, 

2.  Sent  by  my  LORD,   on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all, 

Come,  all  the  world;  come,  (inner,    thou, 
All  things  in  Chrift  are  ready  now, 

3.  JESUS   to  you  his   fnlnefs  brings> 
A  feaft  of  marrow  and  fat  things. 

All,   all,   in   C  HR  IS  T  is  freely  giv'fl, 
Pardon,  and  holicefs,  and  heav'n. 

4.  Do  not  begin  to  make  excufe, 
Ab,   do  not  you  bis  grace  refufe  ; 
Your  worldly  cares  and  pleafures  leave, 
And  take  what  JESUS  hath  to  give* 

5.  Your  grounds  forfake,   your  oxen  quit, 
Your  ev'ty  earthly  thought  forget  ; 

Seek  not  the  comforts  of   this  life, 
Nor  fell  your  Saviour  for  a  wife. 

6.  "  Have  meexcus'd,"   why  will  ye  fay  I 
Why  will  ye  for  damnation   pray  ? 

Have  ycu  excus'd— from  joy  and  peace  ! 
Have  you  excus'd— — from  hap pinefs  ! 

7.  Excus'd  frcm  coming  to  a  feaft  ! 
Excus'd  from  being  JESU's   gueft  I] 
Fiom  knowing  now  your  fins  forgiv'n, 
From  %afting  bert  the  joys  of  heav'n  ! 

F  S.  Ex 


(    6z     ) 

8.  Excus'd,  alas !  why  would  ycu  be 
From  health,  arid  life,   and  liberty, 
From  ent'ring  into  glorious  reft, 
From  leaning  on  your  Saviour's   bread! 

9.  Ye:  mull  I,   Lord,   to  thee  complain. 
The  world  ha;h  made  thy  gofpel  vain  ; 
Too  bufy  or  too  happy  they  ; 

They  will  not,  LORD,   thy  calls  obey. 

10  .  Co  then,  my  angry  matter  faid, 
Since  thefe  on  all    my   mercies  tread, 
Invite  the  rich  and  great  no   more, 
But  preach  my  gofpel  to  the  poor. 

11.  Confer  not  thou  with  flelh  and  blood, 
Go  quickly  forth,    invire  the  crowd  ; 
Search  ev'jy  lane  and  ev'ry  ftreet, 

And  bring  in  all  the  fouls  you  meet. 

12.  Come   then,   ye  fouls  by  fin  op^refr, 
Yereftlefs  wand'/ers  after  red, 

Ye  poor,   and  maim'd,    and  halt,  and  blind. 
In  CHRIST  an  hearty  welcome  find. 

13.  Sinners  my  gracious  LORD   receives, 
Harlots,   and   publicans,  and    thieves  ; 
Drunkards  and  all  ye  hellifli  crew, 

I  have  a  meflage  now  to  you  : 

14.  Come,  and  partake  the  gofpel  feaft, 
Befav'd  from  fin,   in  J  ESUS  red  : 

0  ude  the  goodnefs  of  oar  GOD, 
And  eat  his  fblh,    and  drink  his  biood. 

15.  'Tis  done";  my  all  redeeming  LORD,; 

1  have  gone  forth,  and  prcach'd  thy  word, 


Ti* 


(     63     ) 

the  finners  to  thy  feaft  are  come, 
And  yef,  Oh  Saviour,  there  is  tojei. 

16.  Go  then,    my  LORD  again  enjoin'd, 
And  other  wandYing  Unners  iind  ; 

Go  to  the  hedges  and  hi^h  way?, 
And  pubiifh  all  my  pard'ning  grace. 

17.  The  word  unto  my  {upper  prefs, 
Monflers  0/  daring  wickrdnefs  ; 

Tell  them  my  grace  for  ail  is  fiee, 
They  cannot  be  too  bad  for  me. 

18.  Tell  them  their  fins  may  be  forgiv'fl. 
Tell  cv'ry  creature  under  Heav'*;  , 

I  dy'd  to  fave  them  frcm  all  fin  ; 
Compel  the  vagrants  to  ccme  in. 

19.  Ye  vagrant  fouls  to  you  I  call, 
(Oh  that  my  voice  could  reach  you  all) 
Ye  may  be  freely  juftify'd, 

Ye  all  may  live,  for  CHRIST  hath  dy'd, 

20.  My  mefiage  as  from  GOD  receive, 
Ye  all  may  come  to  C  H  R  I  S  T,  and  live ; 
Oh  let  hit  love  your  hearts  conftrain, 

Nor  fufTer  him  to  call  in  vain. 

21.  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel, 
Hit  conqu'ring  love  confent  to  feel  ;    i 
Yield  to  his  love's  fubduing  pow'r, 
And  fight  againft  your  GODao  more, 

22.  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  evf| 
TrKold  the  bleeding  facrifice ! 

E  *  Make 


(  64  J 

Make  hafte  bis  mercy  to  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace. 

23.  Ye  who  believe  his  record  ■  true, 
Shall  fup  wiih  him,   and  he  v.ith  you  ; 
Come  to  the  feaft;   be  fav'd  from  fin, 
For  JESUS  waits  to  take  you  in. 

24.  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay, 
This  is  the  glorious  gofpel  day; 

Come  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 

And  live  for  him,  who  dy'd  for  ALL. 


HYMN    XLIX. 

t .  f\UL  for  a  clofer  walk  with  GOD, 

\^/  A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 
A  light  to  fhine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  1 

2.  Where  is  the  bleflcdnefs  I  knew, 
When  firft  I  Caw  the  L  O  R  D  ? 

Where  i3  the  foul  refrefliing  view 
Of  JESUS  and  his  word  ? 

3.  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd, 
How  fweet  their  mem'ry  flill ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4.  Return,    O  Holy  Dove,   return, 
Sweet  MefTenger  of  Reft  ! 

I  hate  the  fins  which  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  brcaft.  5.  The 


(    65     ) 

5.  The  deareft  Idol  I  have  known, 
Whatc'er  that  Idol  be  ; 

Help  me  to  bear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worflrip  only  thee. 

6.  So  (hall  my  walk  t*  clofe  with  GOD, 
Calm  and  ferenc  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  mail  mark  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the   lamb. 


.[HYMN     L: 

Grand  Dieu  tesjugemens,  t5V. 

T.  ^TT^HY  judgements,  great  GOD,   are  equal  and 
JL         i"rt> 

Propitious  thou  art  to  mortals  below; 

But  for  my  tranfgreffions  and  treafons  I  malt 
Be  doomed  to  letter  in  mis'ry  and  woe. 

2.  Yes,  Oh  my  dear  GOD,  my  fias  are  fo  high,      0 
So  JoudJy  for  wrath  and  punifhment  call, 

Thine  int'rett  oppofes  my  felicity, 
And  even  thy  mercy  expefts  I  mould  fall. 

3.  Content  thy  defire,  if  glorious  to  thee; 
Be  angry  with  tears  that  flow  from  my  eyet  ; 

Offend  not  thy  juilice  in  pardoning  me, 
No,  rather  let  vengeance  ths  guilty  iurprize. 

4.  For  though  I  fhould  die,   the  caufe  I'll  adore, 
My  fins  they  ccferve  the  threatening  ftr okc ; 

I'm  jurtiy  expecling  thy  thunder  to  roar, 
And  punifh  a  reoel  who  did  thee  provoke, 

v  lint 


(    66     ) 

g.  But  ob,  with  a  turn  furprizing  I  cry, 
-LORD,    where  fhall  thy  wrath  and  thunder  now  fall  ? 

For  J  ESUS  my  Saviour  did  fuffer  and  die, 
His  blood  covers  over,  and  fhieldsmefrom  all. 


HYMN    LL 

1.  Tl  ft  Y  Jefut  he  is  A  L  L  to  me, 
jLVJL  Whate'er  my  foul  can  crave* 

A  fountain  free  is  Chrift  to  me, 
That  I  no  want  can  have. 

2.  My  Jefus  he  is  (Irength  to  me 
When  I  do  fainting  lie; 

He's  health  in  fickneff,  life  in  death. 
In  war  htYvittory. 

3.  In  famine  he  is  food  tome, 
In  third  he's  royal  wine ; 

No  want  can  be  attending  me, 
Since  Jsfus  he  is  mine. 

4.  My  Jefus  he  is  light  to  mc 
When  I  in  darknefs  go ; 

Such  fulnefs  in  my  Jefus  is  0 

Tnat  I  no  want  can  know. 

5.  My  Jefus  he  is  liberty, 
When  bondage  doth  opprefs.-.; 

Though  I  in  fin  have  reeking  been; 
My  Ch  '  i  is  righteoufnefs, 

6.  When  farrows  compafs  me  abouj  * 
My  Chrift  is  peace  and  joy; 

When  wra.h  and  fin  do  rage  wishin, 
.My  Chrift  is  viftcr/e 

,  Wfcei 


(   (n    ) 

7.  When  Satan  throws  his  flaming  darts 

My  Chrift  a  hold  is  ilrong; 
A  refuge  he  is  then  to  me, 

And  he  fhall  be  my  fong. 


HYMN     Lir. 

•I.  f*%  Tell  me  no  more 

\^/    Of  this  world's  vain  ftore  ; 
The  time  for  fuch  tiifles  with  me  now  is  o'er. 

,2.  A  country  I've  found 
Where  true  joys  abound  ; 
To  dwell  I'm  detcrmin'd  on  that  happy  ground* 

3.  The  fouls  that  believe 
In  Paradife  live ; 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jefus  receive. 

4.  My  foul  don't  delay, 
He  cails  thee  away  ; 

Rife,  follow  thy  Saviour,    and  blefs  the  glad  day  ! 

5.  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  beftow, 

What  light,  ibength,  and  comfort;    go  after  bid,  g^?. 

6.  Lo  onward  I  mcve, 
And  (buc  Chritt  above) 

None  gueiTcs  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will  prove* 

7.  Great  fpoils  I  fha'l  win 
•From  death,  hell  and  fin  ; 

'Midft  outward  afflictions  fhail  feel  Chrift  within. 


(     6*    ) 

8.  Perhaps  for  his  name, 
(Poor  daft  as  I  am) 

Some  works  I  (hall  finilh  with  glad  loving  aim. 

9.  I  (till  (which  is  belt) 
Shall  in  his  dear  bread, 

(As  at  the  beginning)  rind  pardon  and  red. 

10.  And  when  I'm  to  die, 
c<  Receive  me,"  171  cry, 

For  jefus  has  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  fay  why. 

• 

11.  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 

12.  Lo  this  is  the  race 
I'm  runamg  through  grace, 

Henceforth  'till  admiaed  to  fee  my  Lord's  face. 

13.  And  now  I'm  in  care, 
My  neighbours  may  (hare  ; 

Thefe  bieffings  to  Uek  them,  will  none  of  you  dare  : 

14.  In  bondage,  oh  why, 
And  death  will  you  lie, 

When  one  here  affuies  you  free  grace  is  fo  nigh  ? 


HYMN     LIU. 

I.  IT X  7* HEN  Hfing  from  the  bed  of  death, 

VV      O'erpreil  with  guilt  and  fear, 
1  meet  my  maker  race  to  face, 
Oh,  how  fhall  I   appear  ? 


!.    If 


(     69     ) 

U.  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  aercy  may  be  fought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  fhrinks, 

And  trembles  at  the  thought! 

3.  When  thou,   O  Lord,    fhail  itand  difclos'd 

In   majefly    {&vctc9 
Knd  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foul, 
Oh,  how  (hall  I  appear  ! 

j..  Rut  thou  hail  told  the  troubled  mind, 

That  doth  her  fins  lament, 
The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  future  wees  prevent. 

.  Then  hear  the  forrows  of  my  heart, 
Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans, 
To  give  thofe  forrows  weight. 
• 
6.  For  never  fhall  my  foul  defpair 
Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
tfho  knows  thy  only  fon  hai  dy'd 
To  feal  that  pardon  fure. 


HYMN     LIV.     Hemvin  iefiralle. 

i#  T  Long  to  (hare  the  happinefs 

X     Or  that  triumphant  throng, 
That  fwim  in  feas.  of  boundlefs  blifs, 
Eternity  along. 

2     When  but  in  drops  here  by  the  way 

Free  love  diltils  itfelf, 
I  pour  contempt  on  hills  of  prey, 

And  heaps  of  worldly  pelf. 


To 


(     70     ) 

5.  To  me  amidfl:  mv  i'ttle  joy?, 

Thrones,  fceptre^,  crowns,  and  king?, 

Are  nothing  elf    but  uaie  toys, 
And  defpicabie    ihings. 

4.  D-*>wn  whti  difdaia  earth's  pomp  I  thruft, 
Bid  tempting  wealth,   Away  ; 

Heav'n  is  not  mr,de  of   yellow  duft, 
Nor  blifs  of  gliu'ring  clay. 

5.  Sweet  was  the  h^ur  I  freedom  felt 
To  call  my   JESUS  mine, 

To  fee  his  fmiling  face,  and  melt 
in  pleaiures  all  divine. 

6.  Let  fools  an  heav'n  of  fhades  purfue, 
But  I  for  fubltance  am  ; 

The  heav'n. I  feek,  is  likenefs  to 
And  vifion  of  the  Lamb  ; 

7.  The  Worthy  Lamb,  with  glory  crowa'd, 
In   his  auguft  abode, 

Enthroned  fublirne,   and  deck'd  around 
With  ail  the  pomp  of  God. 

3.   I  long  to  join  the  faints  above, 

Who,    crown'd  with  glorious  bays, 
Through   radiant  files  of   angels  move. 

And  rival  them  in  praife  : 

9.  In  praife  to  J  AH  the  GOD  of  love, 
The  fair  INCARNATE   SON, 

The  holy  CO-ETERNAL  DOVE, 
The  good,  the  great,    THREE  ONE. 

10.  In  hope  to  fing  without  a  fob, 
The  anihem  ever  new, 

I  ghdly  bid  thisdufty  globe, 

.And  vain  delights,    Adieu.  HYMN 


(     7*     ) 

HYMN    LV. 

At  the  parting  of  Chrlfiian  friexds, 

It  YJ  LEST  be  the  dear  uniting  !ove, 

Jj       That  will  no«  lei  us  p^r:; 
Our  bodies  may  far  cfF    remove, 

We  flill  ae  join'd  in  heat. 

2.  JoinM   in  one  fpni:  to  oar  he:*d, 
Wnwe   he  appoints  we  go, 

And  ftill  in  J  ESLTs  foo:(leos  trfad, 
And   do  his  work   belo»v. 

3.  O  let  us  ever  wa'k  in  him, 
And    nothing   know   be  fid  e* 

Nothing  defire,    nothing    tfteejr, 
But  Jefus   crucify'd. 

4.  Clofer  and  clofer  let  us  clea/tc 
To   his   belov'd   em:»!a;c  ; 

Expect   tis   fulnefs  to   rect 
And  grace  to  anf*er  grace. 

5.  White  thus  we  m*\k  with   CHRIST  in  !:ght? 
What  mail  cur  fouls  di 

Souls  which  himfcU    i  is   l' utiite 

It  fellowi] jp   divine. 

6.  We  all  are  one  who  him  receive, 
And  each  with  e<tch  agree; 

In   him  the  one,    tk^  truth,   we  live, 
Bled  poim  of    unify. 

•7.   Partakers  of   the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  fame  in  mind  and    heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,   nor  place, 

Nor  life,   nor  death,    can  part.  8.  But 


(       72       ) 

5.  But  let  ushafien  to  the  day, 
Which  fnall  our  fiefli  refiore, 

When  dt-uh  (ha)l  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  cu  more. 


HYMN     LVI. 

i.   T^|  ID  our  IM  MANUEL  die  for  us, 

A  3      To  favc  fuch  poor  rebellious  men  ? 
Did  he  difplay  his  pity  thus, 

That  we  might  come  to  G  O  D  again  ? 

2.  All  human  language  wanti  a  name, 
For  this  unfathom'd  wond'rous  lore: 

This  pure  immortal  fervent  flame, 
Sprang  only  from  the  GOD  above. 

3.  What  can  we  add  ?    Our  fpeech  is  faint ; 
We  fink  beneath  the  ponderous  load  : 

This  love  no  eloquence  can  paint  ; 
'Tis  grand!  \h  worthy  of  a  GOD  r 

4.  O'erwhelm'd  with  this  abyfs  of  lov^ 
We  Hand  aftcnifh'd  at  the  grace, 

That  brought  the  Saviour  frcm  above. 
To  die  for  all  the  fallen  race ! 

5.  DidourlMMANUEL  die  for  us? 
What  more  can  be  by  founds  expreft? 

Forfinners  CHRIST  was  made  a  curfc; 
.    Eternity  mud  tell  the  reft. 


HYMN 


(    73     ) 

HYMN    LVIL 
The  W^rk  and  Contention  ^/HEAVEN. 

T  N  heav'nly  Choirs  a  Queftion  rofe, 
X    Thar  ttirr'd  up  Strife  will  never  clofe, 
What  Rank  of  all  the  ranfom'd  Race 
Owes  higheft  Praiie  to  ftVieign  Giace? 

2.  Babes  thither  caught  from  Womb  and  Breaft, 
C'aim'd  Right  to  fiug  above  u»e  Reft  ; 

Becaufe    hey  Kund  tne  happy  Shore, 
1  hey  never  law  nor  foughw  before. 

3.  Thofe  that  aniv'd  at  riper  Agf9 
Before  t-ey  le^t  the  du&v  Stage, 
Tnoughi  Grace  deferv'u  ya  higher  Praife 
rI  nat  waiii'd  ihe  Blots  of  nurn'rous  Days  . 

4.  Anon,  the  War  more  clofe  begsn, 
W  na    p«-aiiiiig  Hd p  (ho  aid  lead  the  Van  ? 
At  a  which  O:  G  ac    >  beav'nly  Peers 

W  a-  dtepeA  /ur>  in  he*  Arrears? 

c    "  'Tis  I  (faid  o?  e)  'bove  all  my  Race> 
€t  A'i    Debtor  cnieJ  to  glorious  Gace. 
u   Nav  ther)    ha  k  I  trow, 

'•  I'm  u.^.v  otii^'u  10  Grace  than  you. 

6.  "  Srav,  (f.id  a  thirH)  [  deepeft  (hare 
<(  |u  ou  ng  Praife  beyonc  c  opart  ; 

tf    In-  chief  of  Sinners  yu'il  i!i< 
"  Mat  ^c  the  chief  ot  Singers  now. 

7.  c   Hold,   iTtid  a  fourth)  I  here   protef. 
"  M,  Praifes  muft  outvie  the  belt; 

"  F^r  Vtp.     f  ill  tr\e  humane  R  ce 
€i  The  hj6acii  Mnacie  of  Grace. 

G  S.  m  f  top 


(    74     ) 

8.  "  Stop,  (faid  a  fifth)  thefe  Notes  forbear, 
"  Lo,  I'm  the  greated  Wonder  here; 
"  For  i  of  all  the  Race  that  fell 
«  Deferv'd  the  lowed  Place  in  Hell. 

g.   A  Soul  that  higher  yet  a^pir'd 
Wi.h  eqnal  Love  to  Jeios  fir*d, 
*'   'Tis  mmc  to  flog  the  higheft  Notes 
"  To  Love,  that  wafh'd  the  fouleft  Blots. 


Ct 


io,  l    Ho,  (cry'd  a  Mate)  'tis  mine  1*1.1  prove^ 

^'n-  ft   n*d  ii    Spite  of  Light  and  Love, 
u    ro  found   his  Praife  wi'n  ioudett  Bell, 
"    Ina;  iw'd  me  from  the  iowcil  Hell. 

it.  C  me,  com    (<aid  ore)  I'll  hold  the  Pie*; 
*:   Tnai  hig  •  e it  Pra  ie  is  due  by  n     ; 
64   F      in  i  e  of  all  the  favfd'by  Grace, 
"  Was  the  m  A\  dreadful,  defp'rate  Cafe. 

12.  Another  rifing  at   his  ?ide, 
As  ijiid  to  p^iff,   ar.d  hee  of  P  i^e, 
Q:y*d,   "    P  a    give  Pace,    for  1  defy 

«*   That  you  ftiould  owe  moie  Praife  than  1  ^ 

13.  "  I'll  yield  to  ror.e  in  this  Debate, 
"  l:m  run  fo  rise  pin  Grece's  Debt ; 

•*  That  lure  1  am,  i  boldly  can 

€t  Compare  with  aii  the  heav'tily  Clan. 

14.  Quick  o'er  their  Heads  a  Trump  3 woke, 
ct  Y001  Song-  mv  vet)  Heart  have  fpeke  ; 

cs  But  ev'ry  Note  you  here  -prvpale, 
4<  Belongs  to  me  beyond  you  a*L 

15.  Trie  lifVning  Milliocs  rourd  about, 
Wun  fweet   Re  entrnent  loud'y  fhout  : 

"   Wiiat  Voice  is  this  comparing  N<nes-, 
^  Thaw  to  thsir  Song  chUf  Pi*c*  aLots  ? 

t6.  "  \Y* 


(     75     ) 

"  We  can't  allow  offuch  a  Sound, 
That  you  alone  have  higheft   Ground 
"  To  Ting  the  Royalties  of  Grace, 
"  We  claim  the  fame  adoring  Place, 

17.  What!   Will  no  rival  Singer  yield, 
He  has  a  Match  upon  the  Field  ? 

Come  then,  and  let  us  all  agree 
To  praile  tipon  the  higheii  Key. 

18.  Then  jointly  all  the  Harpers  round 
Jn  Mind  unite,   with  folemn  Sound  ; 
Acd  Strokes  upon  the  higheft  String, 
Made  all  the  heavily  Aiches  ring. 

19.  Ring  loud,  with  Hallelujahs  high, 
To  nim  that   fent  his  Son  to  die  ; 

And  to  the  woahy  Lamb  of  God, 
That  lav' 'd and ivajh 'd them  in  bis  Mlcod. 

29.  Free  Grace  was  fov'reign  Emprefs  crown'd 
In  Pomp,  with  joyful  Shouts  around  : 
Affifting  Angels  clapt  their  Wings, 
And  founded  u  Grace"  on  all  their  Strings, 

21.  The  Emulation  round   the  Throne 
Made  prollrate  Hoih  (who  ev'ry  one 
The  humbleil  Place  their  Right  avow) 
Strive  who  Jhould  give  the  lovueft  Jh<w. 

22  The  next  Contention  without  Vice 
Among  the  Bird*  of  Paradife, 

Made  ev'ry  glorious   warbling  Throat 
Strive  ivhojhcutd  raift  the  highefi  Nile. 

23  Thus  in  fwcet,  ho!y,  humble  Strife, 
Along  their  endleG  joyful  Life, 

Of  Jeius   all  the   Ha/pers  rove, 
And  fing  the  Wonders  of  his  Love. 

24  Thtir 


(  ^  ) 

^4  Their  Dlfcord  mak*s  them  all  units 
In  Raptures  mod  divinely  fweet; 
So  great  the  Song,  fo  grave  the  Bafs, 
Melodious  Mufick  fills  the  Place. 


HYMN     LVlII.j 

Holy    FORTITUD  E. 

h      A   M  I  a  Soldier  of  the  Crofs  > 
jCIl  A  Follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  fliall  I  fear  to  own  his  Cauiwi 
Or  blufh  to  (peak  his  Name  ? 

i.  Mud  I  be  carry'd  to  the  Skies, 
On  fl-w'ry  %zdi  ol  Eafe  ? 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  Prize, 
Ana  fail'd  through  bloody  Seas  ? 

3.  Are  there  no  Foes  for  me  to  face  * 
Muft  1  not  ftem  the  Flood  ? 

[s  this  vile  World  a  Friend  to  Grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4.  Sure  I  muft  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 
[»c  reafe  my  Courage  Lord  : 

I'll  bear  the  Toil,  endure  the  Pain, 
Supported  by  thy  Word. 

5.  Thy  Saints  in  all  this  glorious  War, 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 

They  lee  the  Tnurrph  from  afar, 
And  ieize  it   with  taeir  Eye. 

6.  When  that  Uluftrious  Day.  (hall  rife, 
And  all  thine  Armies  fhine, 

lr\  Robes  of  Vid'rv  through  the  Skies, 
The  Glory  fhali  be  thine. 


HYMN 


i    77    ) 

HYMN    L!X, 

&  T>  LESS  ED    be  God  for  alJ, 
X3   For  all  Things  here  below; 
For  Pain,  and  Eafe,  and  Joy,  and  Thrall, 
To  my  Advantage  grow, 

2.  BIefl>d  be  God,  for  Shame, 
For  Slander,  ana  Difgrace; 

Welcome  Reproach  for  Jefu's.Natne, 
Like  Flint,  Lord fet  my  Face. 

3.  Blefled  be  God,  for  Lofs,_ 
For  Lefs  of  earthly  Things; 

For  ev'rv  Scourge,  and  every  Crofs, 
Me  nearer  Jtjus  brings, 

4.  Blefled  be  God,  for  Want: 
For  Raiment,  Heaith,  and  Foed ; 

I  live  by  Faith  ;  I  fcorn  to  faint; 
For  all  Things  work  for  Good. 

5.  BlelTed  be  God,  for  Pain, 
Which  tears  my  Fielh  like  Thorny 

It  crucifes  my  carnal  Man, 
To  God  my  Soul  returns. 

6.  EleflVd  beCcd,  for  Doubts, 
Which  he  hath  overcome  ; 

My  Soul  in  full  Aflurance  (bouts, 
Of  being  foon  at  Home. 

7.  Blefled  be  God,  fcr  Fears 
Of  Sin,   an-!  D-ath,  and  Hell  ; 

When  Cbriji,  who  is  my  Life,  appears, 
In  Glory  I  (hall  dwell, 

8.  B^fl>d  he  God,  for  Friends, 
BkiTo  be  God,   tor  Foes, 

B-eflVd  bz  God,  whofe  gracious  Ends 
No  ftnicv  Creature  knows.  9,  Blefled 


(    73    ) 

9*  Bleffed  be  God,  for  Life, 
Bleffed  be  God  for  Death, 

BieflVd  be  God,  for  Joy,  or  Grief; 
I  welcome  all  through  Faith. 


HYMN    LX. 

i.  /*"\H,    that  I  had  a  Bofom  Friend, 
V^/   to  tell  my  Secrets  to  ! 
On  whofe  Advice  I  might  depend, 
In  tv'ry  Thing  I  do. 

2.  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 
And  no  one  pities  me  ; 

I  feem  a  Stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  Son  of  Mifery. 

3.  Nose  lends  an  Ear  to  my  Complain^ 
Nor  minds  my  Cries  and  Tears ; 

None  comes  to  help  me,  though  I  faint, 
Nor  my  vail  Burthen  bears. 

4.  While  others  live  in  Mirth  and  Ea/e, 
And  feel  no  Want  nor  Woe  ; 

Through  this  dark,  howling  Wildernefs, 
I  full  of  Sorrow  go, 

5.  Oh  !  faithlefs  Soul,  to  reafon  thus , 
And  murmur  without  End  ; 

Did  Chrifi  expire  upon  the  Croft  \ 
And  is  not  he   thy  Friend  ? 

6.  Why  doft  thou  envy  carnal  Men  \ 
And  think  their  State  fo  bleft  ? 

How  great  Salvaiion  haft  thou  feen  ! 
And  Jejus  is  thy  Reft. 

7.  What  can  this  lower  World  afford^ 
Compar'd  wuh  Goipei  Giasei 


T>7 


( 


79 


Thy  Happinefs  is  in  the  Lord^ 
And  thou  fhalt  fee  his  Face, 

8.  Can  prefect  Griefs  be  counted  gre*?; 
Compared  wirh  future  Woes  ? 

Will  tranfi?nt  P.eafur^s  feem  (o  facet, 
Compar'd  with  endiefs  jcys  ? 

9.  How  Toon  will  God  withdraw  the  Scenc^ 
And  bam  the    World  he  madt  ? 

Then  Wo  to  carnai  carelefs  Men  ; 
My  Soul  lift  up  thy  Head. 

10.  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  Friend, 
Conitant,  and  true,  and  good  : 

He  will   be  wich  thee  to  the  find, 
And  bring  thee  iafe  to  God. 

11.  What  then  my  Soul  haft  thoa  to  fear? 
Or  why  fhould'ft  thou  repine  ? 

Look  up,  behold  Redemption's  near  ; 
Rejoice.,   for  Heav'n  is  thine. 

12.  Why  O  my  Scuf,  art  thou  fo  fad  • 
When  will  thy  Sighs  be  o'er  ? 

Rejoice  in  Je.us,  and  be  glad, 
Rejoice  for  evermore. 


HYMN     LXI. 

2.    Q  HALL  I  for  Fear  of  feeble  Man, 

O   Thy  Spirit's  Courfe  in  me  reltrain  I 
Or  undifmay'd,  in  Deed  and    Word 
Be  a  true   Witncfs  to  my  Lord  ? 

2.  Aw'd  by^mortal's  Frown,  mall  [ 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  mctt  hi;*h  ? 

How  then  before  thee  fhall  I  dare 
To  ftand,    or  hew  thice  AnScr  bear  ? 

Jt  Shall 


C    *°    ) 

ft..  Shall   I,  to  foothe  th'  unholy  Throng,, 
Soften  thy  Truths,  and  fmoothe  my  Tongue  ? 

To  gain  Earth's  gilded  Toys,  or  flee 
The  Crofs  endued,    my  God,   by  thee  ! 

4.  What  then  is  he,  whcfe  Scorn  I  dread, 
Whofe  Wrath  or  Hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 

A  Man,     an  Heir  of  Dea  h,     a  Slave 
To  Smi    a  Bubble  on  the  Wave  ! 

5.  Yea,  let  Man  rag*  !  fince  thou  wilt  fpread 
Thy  fhadowing  Wings  around  my  Head  ; 

5ir.ce  in  all  Pain  thy  tender  Love 
Will  ftill  my  fweet  Kefrelhment  prove. 

6.  Saviour  of  Men!   thy  fearching  Eye 
Dees  all  my  inmoft  Thoughts   defcry  : 

Doth  Ought  on  Earth  my  Wifhes  raife, 
Or  the  World's  Favour,  or  its  Praife  ? 

7.  The  Love  cf  Chrift  does  me  corflrain 
To  feek  the  wand'ring  Souls  of  Men  ; 

With  Cries,  Intreaties,  Tears,   to  fave, 
To  fnatch  them-  from  the  gaping  Grave. 

8.  For  this  let  Mea  revile  my  Name  ; 
No  Crofs  I  fh*n,  1  fear  no  Shame  : 

A'ii  hai',  Reproach,    and  welcome  Pain  *: 
Only  thy  Terror!,  Lord,  restrain. 

9.  My  Lifr,  my  Blood  I  here  prefent9 
If  for  thy   1  ruth  they  may  be  (pent  : 

Fa-fiJ  ihy  iov'*tign  Gounfel,  Lore! 
Thy  Will  be  done,  th)  Nameador'a! 

10.  Give  me  thy  Strength,  O  God  «tf.Pow'r!' 
Ih^n  let  Wir;d*  blew,  or  Thunders  roar, 

Tnv  faithful  Wtfnefs  will  1  be: 
*Tu  nVsl  I  can  do  all  through  Thee*. 


HYMN 


HYMN     LXII. 

TT7  HEN  gracious  Lord,  when  {hall  it  be   ? 

W     That  1  &211  ^nd  my  a11  »»  <^e  ■ 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  Promife  prove, 
The  Seal  of  thine  eternal  Love  !    . 

2.  A  poor  blind  Child,  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  ; 

O  dark,  da/k,  dark.    I  ftill  mud  fay, 
Amidft  the  Biaze  of  Gofpel  Day. 

3.  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  rlnd; 
And  call  the  World  and  Flefh  behind  ; 

Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  giv'n, 
Of  all  tnou  haft  in  Earth,  or  Heav'n. 

4.  When  from  the  Arm  of  Flefh  fet  free. 
Jefat,   my  Soul  mail  fly  to  thee  ; 

Jefus,  when   I  have  loft  my  all, 
My  Soui  (hall  on  thy  Bofom  fall. 

5.  Whom  Man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  ieave 
Ready  the  Oa  caft  to  receive  ; 

Though  all  my  Foolifhnefs  I  own, 
And  all  my  Faults  to  thee  are  known. 

6.  Ah  !   wherefore  did  I  even  doubt  l 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wife  caft  me  out  ; 

An  hdpltf*  Soul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  Sin,  and  Mifery, 

7.  Lord  lam   fick  ;  my  Skknefs  cure 
I  want  •   do  thou  enrich  the  Pott : 

Under  thy  mighty  Hand  1    iloop, 
O  lift  th'  abated  Sinner  up. 

8.  Lord  I  am  blind,   be  thou  my  Si^ht  . 
L(  rd  I  am  weak  ;    be  thou  my  Migh .  ; 

An  Helper  of  the  Helplefs  be  : 
And  let  me  <ind  my  all  in  thee.  I  \. 


(       52       ) 
HYMN     L»lf. 

j5T   Want  an  Heart  to  pray; 
X   To  pray,  and  never  ceaie  : 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  Stay, 

Or  wifh  my  Suff 'iings  lefs. 

2.  This  Rleffing  above  ail, 
Always  to  pray,  I  want  : 

Out  of  the  Deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 

3.  I  want  a  true  Regard^ 
A  iingle,  fteaijy  Aim, 

(Unmov'd  by  Threatning  or  Reward—) 
To  thee,  and  thy  great  Name. 

4.  A  jealous  juil  Concern 
For  thine  immortal  Praife  ; 

A  pure  Defire,  that  all  may  learn  . 
And  glorify  thy  Grace, 

5.  I  want  with  all  my  Heart 
Thy  Pleaiure  to  fulfil ; 

To  know  myfelf,  and  what  thou  art. 
And  what  thy  perfed  Will. 

6.  I  want,  I  know  not  what ; 
I  want  my  Wants  to  fee  : 

I  wan;,  alas  !  what  want  I  not. 
When  thou  art  not  in  me  ? 


HYMN     LXIV. 

Happy    FRAILTY. 

U   T  T  O  W  meanly  dwells  th*  immortal  Mind  ! 

XjL      How  vile  thefe  Bodies  are  ! 
Why  was  a  Clod  of  Earth,  defign'd 

T'enclofe  a  heav'niy  Star  r  2,  Weak 


(     »3     } 

2.  Wftlc  Cottage  where  our  Souls  refide, 
This  FJrfh  a  tott'ring  Wall: 

The  frightful  Breaches  raping  wide, 
The  Buiicir.g  b-nds  to  fa. I. 

3.  All  r-  urd  it  Storms  of  So-rr^v  b'ow* 
Anc  W«v».5  of   Trouble  roll  ; 

C    Id  Waves,  and  Winter  Storms,    beat  through, 
And  piin  .t\<  Tenant  S 

4.  "  Ala^,  how  fr a  State!''    V;:F 
A  •  d    hui  went  mou 

Till  ftidden  from  the  cleaving  Sky 
A  G  earn  of  G  ory  ihone, 

5.  "My  Soul  all  felt  the  G'ory  come, 
An     breafh'd  h?r  native  Air; 

I  hen  fne  reratmberV  Heav'n  her  Home, 
Ana  me  a  Prii"  'ner  here. 

6    Straight  (he  began  to  change  her  Key, 
AniJ  joyful  in  her  Grains, 

5ru  long  t  :y  or  her  Clay 

[n  plealuiable  Strains. 

7.  ••  H  w  weak  tru  ?-'■{  *n  is  where  I  dwell : 
■  This  Fieih  a  tott'ring  Wall  ! 

M   Tne  Breaches  cheartully  foretell 
TheHoult  mull  thortiy  tall. 

8.  "  No  more  my  Frierds,  (hall  I  complaia, 
Tho'  all  my  Ht3rt  Strings  ake, 

M   Wcicon.c  D  j r.d  rv'rj  Pain, 

That  mokes  the  L  (hake. 

9.  "  I  have  a  *  tilt  above, 
by  the  c                    J, 

[*  And  ftjou'd  H.fis  move, 

M)  .  eav'ni)  1  ^  4»nd 

10.    «  Yea, 


* 


(    84    ) 


io.  "  Yes,  for  'tis  there  my  Saviour  reigns  j 
"  (I  long  to  fee  i he  Got') 

"  And  his  immoral  btrength  fuftains 
"  Trie  Purchase  of  his  Blood. 

II.  Cl  Hark,  from  on  high  my  Saviour  call*  ; 
M   i  come,    my  Lod,    my  L"v.0 

"  Dvvot.ion  breaks  the  P.ifon  Walls, 
"  Ana  ipeeds    my  lait  Remove. " 


HYMN    -LXV. 

The  DYING  CHRISTIAN  to  bis  SOUL 

I.   T^IT  ^  L    Spark  of  h-avVy  Flame, 
\      Qun.  ots  qun  this  m  rut  Frame  : 

Tre"bl'f»£,   ftor'nvr,   lingering,   fl/ing. 

Oh    he  Pain,   the  Bi-fs  «:»f  dying  1 
Ceafe,    ropd  Nature,  ctaie  ihy  Strife, 
And  let  me   langa  fh  into  Life, 

2.   Ha^k  !   they  whimper  ;   Angels  fay, 

S'tt*r  jpirii.  come  away, 

Wlbt  js  chis  abforbs  tu  quite? 

Steah  my  Seni-s,  OiuU.my  Sight, 
Drowns  my  SpirKS,  draws  my  B  eatn  ? 
Teii  nu,  my  S  ?ui,  can  tnis  fee  Dea  h  > 

3.  The  Wo  Id  recedes  ;  it  dirapoears ! 
Heaven  opei  s  01  my  Ryes  !   mv  Ears 

Wih  S)U   ds  feraph'C  ring  : 
L:*d,   lend  you.  Wia?.  !   1  moun^ !   I  fly! 
O  Gravel  where  is  ifcv  Vidvry  ? 

O  Death  !   where  is  ihy  sting  ? 


(    «5"    ) 

HYMN    LXVI.     The  penitent  pardoned. 

r.  TTENCE  from  my  foal,  my  Cm  depart, 

Jfl     Your  fatal  friendfhip  now  I  fee  ; 
Long  ha,,  >..u  dwelt  too  near  my  heart, 
Hence,   to  uernai  diilance  flee* 

2.  Ye  gave  my  dying  Lord  his  wound, 
Vet  I  carefs'd  your  vip'roas  brood, 

And  in  my  heart-firings  <apVd  you  round  ; 
You,  the  vile  murd*  ers  of  my  GOD. 

3.  Black  heavy  thoughts  Yiki  D  ns  roll 
O'er  try   poor  breaft,    with  oodiLe  fears, 

And  cruili  r>g  hard  my  cortu  '  '  fool, 

Wring  through  my  eyxs  the  briuy  tears. 

4.  Forgive  my  treafons,  prince  cf  grace, 

'  jews  *e:e  traitors  too, 
jet  tfeoa  bait  pray'd  for  thaccurs'd  race, 
Father,  they  tot  w  not  what  they  do, 

5.  Great  Advoca'e,  look  down  and  fee 
A  wretch  whefe  imaging  for  rows  hired. 

O  pi:j-d  the  fame  excufe  for  me  ! 

For,   LORD,   i  knew  not  what  I  did. 

6.  Peace,  my  complaints;  let  ev'/y  grca.i 
Be  flill,  and  file  nee  wait  his  love  ; 

Companions  dwell  amidlt  his  throne, 
And  through  his  incit-ft  bow. Is  move. 

jr.  Lo,  from  the  everlaftirg  Sties, 

Gently,   as  morning  dews  difti?, 
rhe  Dove  Immortal  downward  fl.es 

With  peaceful  wive  in  his  bill. 

H  J,  Hov* 


(     3*    J 

I.  How  fwect  the  voice  of  pardon  founds  f 
Sweet  the  relief  to  deep  diftrefs  I 

I  feel  the  balm  that  heals  my  wounds, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  adoie  the  grace. 


HYMN     LXVIT. 

*Tht    Song  of  tht  Angels  above. 

I*   Xj    ARTH  has  detain'd  me  pris'ner  long, 

X2j    And  I'm  grown  weary  nc  - 
My  hea<-t,   my  hand,   my  £3%   my  tongu% 
There's  nothing  here  for  you. 

a.  Tir'd  in  rr*  thoughts  I  (hetch  me  down, 

Ar*d  npw  rJ  glance  mine  eyes, 
Upward  my  Father  to  thy  throne, 

And  to  my  i^ativw  fki.s-. 

3.  Thtrt  the  dear  M  A  N  my  Sav'oir  fits. 
The  GOD  how  bright  ht  fhincs ! 

And  Scatters  infinite  deiighcs 
On  all  the  happy  mind*. 

4.  Seraphs  with  elevated  flrairs 
Circle  ihe  thione  around, 

And  move  and  charm  the  Harry  plains 
With  an  immorul  found. 

5.  JESUS  the  LORD  their  harps  employs, 
J  E  S  U  S  my  love  they  fir  g, 

J  E  S  U  S  the  name  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  fweet  fom  ev'ry  firing. 

tf.  Hark 

A 


(   s7  ) 

6.  Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
Of  time  and  fpace  they  ran  ; 

And  fpeak  in  moft  majfllic  founds 
The  Godhead  of  the  SON. 

7.  How  on  the  Father's  breaft  he  lay, 
The  darling  of  his  foul, 

Infinite  years  before   the  day, 
Or  worlds  began  to  roll. 

8.  And  now  they  fink  the  lofty  tone, 
And  gent'er  notes  they  play, 

And  bring  th'  Eternal  Godhead  dow« 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

9.  O  facred  beauties  of  the  M  AN! 
(The  GOD  rdido  wiihin) 

His  flefh  all  pure,  without  a  itain, 
His  foul  without  a  fin. 

10.  Then  how  he  look'd,   and  how  he  fmil'd, 
What  wond'rous  things  he  laid ! 

Swtet  cherubs,    (lay,  dwell  here  awhile, 
And  tell  what  JESUS  did. 

ii.  At  his  command  the  blind  awake, 

And  feel  the  gladfome  rays ; 
Re  bids  the  dumb  attempt  to  fpeak, 

They  try  their  tongues  in  praife. 

[Z.     He  fried  a  thoufand  bleflings  round 

When   e'er  he  turn'd  his  eye; 
Be  fpoke,  and  at  the  fov'reign  found 

The  hellifli  legions  fly. 

H  i  13; 


(     8S     ) 

13.  Thus  while  with  unambitious  ftrife, 
Th*  ethereal  minllrels  rove 

Through  all  the  labours  of  his  life, 
And  wonders  of  his  love* 

14.  la  the  full  choir  a  broken  firing 
Groans  with  a  flrange  furprize  ; 

The  reft  in  filence  mourn  their  king, 
That  bleeds,  and  loves,  and  dies. 

15.  Seraph,  and  faint,   with  drooping  wings? 
Ceafe  their  harmonious  breath  ; 

Ko  blooming  trees,  nor  bubbling  fprings, 
While  JESUS  fleeps  in  death. 

36.  Then  all  at  once  to  living  drains 

They  fummon  ev'ry  chord, 
Break  up  the  tomb,  and  burft  his  chains. 

And  ihew  their  rifiog  LORD. 

27.  Around  the  flaming  army  throngs, 

To  guard  him  to  the  Ikies, 
With  loud  Ho/annas  on  their  tongues, 
And  triumph  in  their  eyes. 

«8.  In  awful  (late  the  conquering  GOD 

Afcends  his  mining  throne, 
jWhiie  tuneful  angels  found  abroad 

The  vkYries  he  has  won. 

«9.  Now  let  me  rife  and  join  their  (on;?, 

And  be  an  angel  too; 
My  heart,  my  hand ,   my  ear,  my  tongue, 

Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

20,  I  would  begin  the  mufick  here, 

And  fo  my  foul  fhou4d  rife; 
Oh,  for  fome  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 

M/^irit  to  iht&its)  21. 


(     «9    ) 

2i.  There,  ye  that  love  my  Saviour,  fit; 

There  I  would  fain  have  place. 
Among  your  thrones,    or  at  your  feet, 

So  I  might  fee  his  face. 

22.  I  am  confin'd  to  earth  no  mofe, 

But  mount  in  hade  above, 
To  blefs  the  GOD  that  I  adoie, 

And  fing  the  MAN  I  love. 


HYMN    LXVHI. 

The  divided  hart  lamented; 

1.  QTRANGE  that  fo  much  of  heav'n  a«d  hell 
O  Should  in  one  bofom  meet ; 

Lord,  can  thy  fpirit  ever  dwell 
Where  Satan  has  a  feat  ? 

2.  Now  I  am  all  transform^  to  love, 
And  could  expire  in  praife  ; 

Then  foon  not  all  the  joys  above 
One  chearful  note  can  raife. 

3.  When  I  with  penfive  thoughts  review 
The  mazes  I  have  trod, 

Artonifh'd  at  the  grace  that  drew 
My  wand'ring  foul  to  God ; 

Oh  with  what  ardent  zeal  I  vow 
A   reftitude  within! 
iVhat  indignation  fires  me  now, 
At  the  mere  thoughts  of  fin  ) 

H  3  5.  Sut 


(    9°    > 

5*  But  vain  amufements,  hurrying  cares, 

Trifles  of  lofs  or  gain, 
Or  carnaJ  joys,  or  worldly  fears, 

Seduce  my  heart  again. 

6.  By  faithful  hopes,  and  golden  dreams, 

I'm  nurtur'd,   or  betray'd, 
Still  tofs'd  between  the  two  extremes, 

Too  vain,  or  too  difmay'd. 

y,  Decide  the  dubious  awful  cafe, 

By  fome  alluring  fign  ; 
And  oh  ipay  thy  all  couqu'ring  grace 

Declare  that  I  am  thine  ! 


HYMN    LXIX.    9uiftim  to  mbrfiefi 


ft.   TF  to  JESUS  for  relief 

J[     My  foul  has  fled  by  pray'r; 
.Why  mould  I  give  way  to  grief, 

Or  heart-con  fuming  care  ? 
Are  not  all  things  in  his  hand? 

Has  he  not  his  promife  pall  r 
.Will  he  then  regardlefs  (land, 

And  let  me  fink  at  laft  t 

&.  While  I  know  his  providence 

Difpofes  each  event ; 
Shall  I  judge  by  feeble  fenfe, 

And  yield  to  difcontent  ? 
If  he  worms  and  fparrows  feed, 

Cioarh  the  grafs  in  rich  arrays 
Can  he  fee  a  child  in  need,* 

'  Aadturahigeysiway* 


a-  Wh« 


(    9'     ) 

3-  When  his  name  was  quite  unknown, 

And  fin  my  life  employed  ; 
Then  he  watch'd  me  as  his  o\vn> 

Or  I  had  been  ddtr^y'd  : 
Now  his  mercy  feat  I  Know, 

Now  by  grace  am  reconcii'd ; 
Would  he  fpare  me  while  a  foe, 

To  leave  nu  when  a  child  ? 

4.  If  he  all  my  wants  fupply'd 
When  I  difriain'd  to  pray; 

Now  his  fpirit  is  my  guide, 

How  can  he  fay  mcnsy  ? 
If  he  would  not  give  me  up, 

When  my  foul  againft  him  fought ; 
Will  he  difappoint  the  hope, 

Which  he  himfelf  has  wrought? 

5.  If  he  (bed  his  precious  blood 
To  bring  me  to  his  fold ; 

Can  I  think  that  meaner  good 

He  ever  will  withhold  r* 
Satan,  vain  is  thy  device  ! 

Here  my  hope  reds  well  aflur'd, 
In  that  great  redemption-price, 

I  fee  the  whole  fecur'd. 


HYMN    LXX. 

U  \TTHILE    fhepherds   watch'd    their   flock*    by 
VV  night, 

Ail  fcated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  L  O  R  D  cam*  down. 

And  £lo;y  ihonc  around. 


(    9*     ) 

5«  But  v.?  not,"  fsici  he  (ror  m;ghty  dread 

T:d  ieiz'd  their  tr-  .  mind  :) 

•fc  G«id  tidings  cf  {Trr*:  joy  I  bring 

*•  To  you,    a:  d  ali  ma<  kind. 

3.  "  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day 
"   Is  born  of  David's  ]i".c, 

H  ASAVIOUR,  who's  CEiRIST  the  LORD, 
■«  And   tkis  mail  be  the  fign  ; 

4.  u  The  heav'nly  babe  ye  there  (hall  find 
"  To  human  view  difplay'd, 

*'  All  meanly  wrap:  in  fwatbing  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5.  Thus  fpake  the  fersph;  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  mining  throng 

Of  angels  praiiing  GOD,   and  thus 
Addrefs'd  their  heav'nly  fo.ng; 

6.  "  All  glory  be  to  GOD  on  high  ; 
"  And  on  the  earth  be  peace; 

*«  Go^d  will,  henceforth  from  Heav'n  to  man 
"  Begin  and  never  ceafe." 


HYMN     LXXI.     The  heart  given  awsy* 

1,  TF  there  are'paffions  in  my  foul, 
X     (And  paffions  fure  there  be) 

Now  they  ate  all  at  thy  controul 
My  JESUS  all  for  thee. 

2.  If  love  that  pleafing  pow*f  can  reft 
In  hearts  fo  hard  as  mine  ; 

Ccme,  gentle  Saviour  to  my  b,eaft. 

ioi  ail  my  love  it  thke.  3,  Let 


(    93    ) 

3*  Let  the  gay  world  with  treach'rous  art, 

Allure  ray  eyes  in  vain; 
I  have  convey'd  away  my  heart, 

Ne'er^o  return  again, 

4.  I  feel  my  warmed  p?ffions  dead 
To  all  that  earth  can  bead; 

This  foul  of  mine  was  never  made 
For  vanity  and  dud. 

5.  Now  I  can  fix  my  thoughts  above, 
Amidd  their  fla  t'-ing  charms, 

Till  the  dear  LORD  that  hath  my  love 
Shall  call  me  to  his  arms. 

6.  So  Gabriel  at  his  king's  command, 
From  yon  ecleftial  hill, 

Walks  downward  to  our  worthlefs  land, 
His  fool  points  upward  dili: 

7.  He  glides  along  by  mortal  things, 
Wi  hout  a  thought  of    love, 

Fulfils  his  taflt,   and  fpreads  his  wings 
To  reach  the  realms  above. 


HYMN     LXXII.     None  excluded frctn  Hcfe, 

JESUS,  thy  blcffings  are  not  few, 
Nor  is  thy  gofuel  weak, 
Thy  grace  can  mell         ft abburn  j. 
And  heal  the  dying  Guei. 

2.  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Doth  thy  faivation  flow; 
'Tis  notconnVd  to  fex,  nor  age, 

The  lofty  nor  the  low. 


(     94     ) 

3.  When  grace  is  publim'd  to  the  prince, 
The  fpcor  may  take  their  fhare; 

No  mortal  hath  a  juft  pretence 
To  periih  in  despair. 

4.  Be  wife  ye  men  of  ftrength,  and  wit, 
Nor  boaft  your  native  pow'js; 

Unto  the  Son  of  God  fubmit, 
And  glory  fhali  be  yours. 

5.  Come,  all  ye  vileft  Tinners,  come, 
f  He'Jl  form  your  hearts  anew  ; 

His  gofpel  and  his  heart  have  room, 
For  finners  fuch  as  you. 

6.  His  do&rine  is  almighty  love-; 
There5s  virtue  in  his  name, 

To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove, 
The  lion  to  a  lamb. 


HYMN     LXXIII.     A  hvelj  carrisgt. 

1.  £~\  'Tis  a  lovely  thing  to  fee 
V-r      A  man  of  prudent  heart; 

Wr»ofe  thoughts,  and  lipc,  and  life  agree 
To  adl  a  useful  part. 

2.  When  envv,  ftr^fj,  and  wars  begin 
In  li tele  angry  'ouls, 

Ma*k  how  the  fons  of  peace  come  in, 
And  quench  the  kindling  coals. 

3.  Their  minis  are  humble,  mild  and  meek, 
Nor  let  their  fury  rife; 

Nor  paffion  moves  their  hps  to  fpeak, 

Nor  priee  exalts  their  eyes.  4*  Their 


(     95     ) 

4.  Their  frame  is  prudence  mixt  wkh  love  % 
Good  works  fulfil  their  day; 

They  join  the  fc-pent  with  ths  dove, 
But  caft  the  fling  away. 

5.  Such  was  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Such  pleafures  he  purfu'd  ; 

His  hVfh  and  blood  were  allrefcVd, 
His  foul  divinely  good. 

6    Lord  can  thefe  plants  of  virtue  grow 

In  fuch  a  foul  as  min    ? 
Thy  ;T,foce  can  form  my  na'u:*  {1, 

Aad  n an  like  taine, 


XXIV. 


1  I   I, 


I'd  my  on 

appear-, 


^2.  Strait  ^  i»eart, 

A^  I  be 

So  proi 

And  hah  r  vnr  tit  of  ihee* 

3.  O  let  me  the     1  ^ht, 
Wna:  (lil]  i  «p.                            n, 

That  GOD  ia  lov       i*  not, 

Nor  knows  thw  (i    do  j  n. 

4.  Sweet  truth,  ai  ;o  repeat ; 
But  when  mj ^  i a  i -  -harpiy  try'd, 

I  find  mvfelf  a  i^L/Ccr  .  et, 

iJuikiliui,  weak,  and  apt  to  Hide.  5.  But 


(     9*     ) 

f.  Bat  O!  My  LORD,  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  difobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt,  and  oifcontent  away, 

And  thy  rebellious  worm  is.  ft  ill. 

6.  Thou  art  as  willing  ta  forgive, 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine  ; 
Thou  therefore  all  the  praife  receive, 

iie  (hame  and  felf- abhorrence  mine. 


H  Y  M  N     LXXV. 


S.  Ty   ISE,  my  foul,  and  ftretch  thy  wings, 

XX.  Thy  better  portion  ^ace  ^ 
Rife  from  tranfitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thy  naiive  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  ftars  decay, 

Time  fhall  foon  ^is  earth  remove  ; 
Rife,  my  foul,  and  haile  away 

To  feats  prepar'd  above. 

2.  Rhrers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Nor  flay  in  all  their  courfe  ; 

Fire  afcendlng  feeka  the  fun, 

Both  fpeed  them  to  their  fource  ^ 
So  a  foul  that's  bom  of  GOD, 

Pant3  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  reft  in  his  emb-fcee. 

3.  Fly  me  riche?,  fly  me   *aresr 
While  I  tna:  cop.it  exp  ^.z; 

Flatt'ring  world,  witn  .ill  thy  fa  ares, 

So!\cn  me  no  more. 
Pn^iani  fix  not  here  rLeir  home; 

derange* i  tarry  but  a  night, 
When  che  lait  de*»  morn  is  comer 

They'll  rife  to  joyml  light.  4    Ceafe 


•       (    97    > 

4*  Ceafc  ,  ye  pilgrims  ceafe  to  mournf 

Prefs  onward  to  the  priz    ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  reiura 

Triumphant  in  the  fk^s  ; 
Yet  a  feafon,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
AH  our  (orrowi  left  bsiow, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  keav'fl. 


HYMN    LXXVL 
Prayer  beard,  and  Zion  reftored. 

1.  T     ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rrjoice, 
J.  j     Behold  the  promi.'d  hour; 

Her  GOD  ha.h  hea'd  ht.  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t*  exalt  his  |,ow'r. 

2.  Her  dud  and  ruics  fhat  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 

Thofe  ruins  ihall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duR  (kali  rife. 

The  LORD  will  raife  Jerufahm, 
And  kznl    ia  g'ory  there; 
Nations  fhaJl  bow  befor-  his  name, 
And  kings  aicead  with  tedi. 

He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  hit  throne, 
With  pi  ]    i.    nil   eyes  ; 
3e  heati  m  -  d  is'tiers  groan, 

And  iees  iheu  fighi  arife. 


i 


s-ffe 


(     98     > 

5»  He  frees  the  fouls  cendemn'd  to  death, 
And  when  his  fain  is  complain, 

It  fhaVt  be  faid,  "  That  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

5.  This  (hall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  lono  record, 
That  ages  yet  unbrn  may  read, 

And  trail,  and  praife  the  LORD. 


HYMN    LXXVII. 
Pray  without  ceafing.     1  Thef.  v.    17. 

1^     T^RAY'R  was  appointed  to  convey 

JL        Toe  B  ellings  God  defigns  to  give, 
Long  at  they  live  mould  Chrijliam  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2.  The  Cbrijiian's  Heart  his  pray'r  indites; 
He  fpeaks  as  proofed  from  within, 

The  Spirit  his  petition  writes  ; 
And  Cbrifi  receives,  arid  gives  it  in. 

3.  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  filence  lie, 
When  Cbrift  (lands  waiting  for  thy  pray'r  1 

My  Soul  ihou  had  a  Friend  on  high  ; 
Arife  and  try  thy  Int'reft  there. 

4.  If  pain  afflidl,  or  wrongs  opprefs: 
If  cares  diftr;dt,  or  fears  difm3y  ; 

If  guilt  dejeel,   if  fin  diftre^  ; 
The  remedy's  before  thee,  tr*j. 

s.  'Tis 


(     99     ) 

5.  'Tis  pr&yV  fusports  the  foul  that's  weak; 
Tfc  ;'  thought  be  br  k  n,    language  iame, 

Pray,   if  thou  can'ft,    or  can'ft  not,  fpeak  ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  JVa'j  ncme. 

6.  Deperd  on  him,  thnu  can'ft  not  fail; 
M*k~  a  1  thy  wants  and  v/ flies  known; 

Fear  not;  his  merits  muil  prevail  ; 
A  fit  what  thou  wilr,  it  (lull  be  dune. 


HYMN    LXXVIII. 

Prai/etotbe  TRINITY. 

GLORY,  glory,  glory,  glory* 
Glory  be  to  G  O  D  on  hi^h  ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Sing  hii  p.aiies  round  the  &y. 

Glory,  glo-y,  glory,  g?o-y, 
Glory  to  the  FA  THriR  give  ; 

m  Giory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Sing  his  praifes  all  that  live. 

Glory,  glory,    glory,  glory, 
GKry  to  CHRIST,  of  heav'nly  birth; 

Glory,  giory,  glon,  glory, 
Sing  his  praifes  round  che  earth. 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
G    ry  to  the  SP.RIT  be  ; 

Glury,  glory,  g'ory^o'r, 
Prwfc  the  iacied  OlsE  IN  TBREE, 

1  2  Glory; 


(      100     ) 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  GOD  alone; 
Glory,  glnrv,  glory,  glory, 
Sing  hi*  praife*  round  the  throne. 

Glorv,  rT6't%  rjory,  v}ory, 
Glory   be   U    GOD  moil  kind; 

Glory,    g)ory<  gJo  y,    g!ruy, 
lieav'n  and  eaith,  aiiu  &./  b<:  join'^. 

Holy,  holy,  hr.lv,  holy, 
H<*ly  is  the  LORD  of  holts; 
H  >»y    hr!y,  hoy.  holy, 
FA  JTHER,  SON,  and  HOLY  GHOST, 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 
Worthy  is  the  LAMB  cf  GOD  ; 
Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 
Who  lov'd,  ard  wafh'd  us  io  his  blood* 


HYMN    LXXIX. 

Who  bath  de/pi/ed  the  day  cf /mall  things? 
Zech.  iv,    io, 

'*•  'TT^HE  Lord  that  made  both  heav'n  and  earth, 

X        And  was  himfclf  made  man, 
Lay  ifl  ibe  womb  before  his  birth, 
Contracted  :o  a  {pan : 

z.  Marur'd  by  time  till  forth  he  came, 

A  babe  like  others  feen  ; 
As  imall  in  fize,  and  weak  of  frame, 

As  babes  have  always  bun* 

3.  From 


{     ioi     ) 

3.  From  thence  he  grew  an  infant  mild, 
B*  fair  and  dus  agrees"; 

Aod  then  became  a  b'gger  cfcild, 
And  Ul  on  Mary's  knee*. 

4.  At  £tt  held  up  ror  want  o'  flrengtb, 
In  time  aioue  be  rai  ; 

Then  grc*  a  boy,  a  iad,  at  let  g  h 
A  youth  ;  at  Jait  a  man. 

5.  Behold  f%om  what  b>cr?nn»rg:  Imall 

Tht  h  ot  God  19  owr/c  by  all; 

But  ivh'j  his  wciknefs  ksowti 

6.  Thus  fouls  that  would  to  Heav'n  attain. 
Mult  Jacob's  ladder  cliT*b; 

And  Aep  by  ft  p  eta  faro  mi  t  gain, 
In  meafnrc  dud  in  irne 

7.  Let  rot  tbe  ft-ong  the  weak  defpife  ; 
Tni:  fai'h,  tho  s  true; 

Thy  y  feem  ?n  others  e;es, 

rbcii  our  itcir/d  fo  too. 

5.  Nor  meanly  01  th?  tempted  think; 

Fort  oh  *htt  tongue  can  tell, 
-low  low  th    Lord  of  life  muft  fink, 

Before  he  vant|jifh,<l  HsM 

The  lead  believer  is  a  Saint, 
And  if  our  growth  be  flow, 
Ye  fhould  nor  therefore  tire  and  faint, 
Since  Cbrift  himiUf  could  grow. 


lJ  i* 


(       102      ) 

to.  As  in  the  days  of  fleih  he  grew 
Id  knowledge,  ftature,  grace* 

So  in  the  foul  that's  bom  anew. 
He  keeps  a  gradual  pace. 

II.  No  lefs  Almighty  at  his  birth, 
7haa  on  his  throne  fupreme  :    , 

Hisfhoulders  held  up  Heav'n  and  earth, 
When  Mary  held  up  him. 


HYMN    LXXX. 

TribulttiGn* 

j.*TpHE  Sou!s  thit  would  to  Je/us  prefs, 
X        Mud  fix  this  fi.m  aud  lure, 
That  tabulation,  more  or  lefs, 
Tney  muft  and  Hull  endure  : 

2.  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt, 
'  Tis  Go69s  own  wife  decree; 

Batr.n  ihe  weakeit  faint  will  cempt, 
Nor  is  the  ftrongeft  free. 

3.  The  w%rld  oppofes  from  without, 
A   ci  uncelief  within  ; 

Jfe  frar,  we  faint,    we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  load  of  fin. 

44,  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up; 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow, 
~fTil'  fad  dtitrtion  makes  us  droop, 

And  down  m  fink  as  low  I 

4.  1 


(     103     ) 

5»  Ten  thoufand  baits  the  foe  prepares 
To  catch  the  wand'ring  heart; 

And  feldom  do  we  fee  the  fnares, 
Before  we  feel  the  fmart. 

6.  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 
Purfue  the  narrow  path  ; 

Look  to  the  Lord  with  ftedfafl  eye, 
And  tight  wuh  hell  by  faith. 

7.  Though  we  are  feeble,  Chrift  is  ftrong, 
Hi?  promises  are  true, 

We  (hall  be  cocqu'rors  al!  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 


HYMN    LXXXL 

The  QoffeL 

I.    T^   EPENT,    yefonsofmen,  repen'; 
X V.  Hear  the  good  tiding*  God  has  fent, 

Of  tinners  fav'd,  and  fins  'o-giv'n, 
And  beggars  rais'd  to  reign  in  heav'n. 

Beggary  beggar,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars 
raia'd  to  reign  in  heav'n. 

2.  God  fent  his  Son  to  die  for  us, 
Die  to  redeem  us   from  the  curf?; 

He  took  our  wesknefs,  bo.e  our  load, 
And  dearly  bought  us  wkhhis  blued. 
Dearly,  dearly,   Ice. 

3.  In  guih's  dark  dungeon  when  we  lay; 
Mercy  cry'd,  "  Spa.c;  "  and  juilice,  "  biay  f\ 
But  Je/us  infwer'd,  "  Set  them  irc<* ; 

*«  And  pardon  thtm ;  and  punilh  mt%\ 

Pftidgn,  pajdon,  k$t  4.  Sal: 


(     '04    ) 

4>  Salvation  is  of  God  alone  ; 
3L iie  evcj  lifting  in  his  Sen. 
And   he  ibat  gave  hii  Son  to  bleed, 
Will  Cicely  'give  us  all  t?e  need* 

F;eely,  freely,   &c. 

5.  Believe  the  gofpel,  and  rejoice, 
Si;  g  to  ibf  Lord  with  chearful   voice; 
Kis  goodneis  praifr,  his  wonders  ull, 
Who  raofom'd  ail  our  fouls  from  hell, 

Ranicm'd,   ranfem'd,   &c. 


HYMN     LXXXII. 
\ 

The  nxondcrs  tf  redeeming  love. 

I.     TJOW  uoid'rous  are  the  work*  of  GOD 

X  JL    Difplay'd  trro*  ail  the  wsrid  abroau  ! 
Immer.fe  y   greai!    Iraraenfe^y  imall ! 

Ye:  odc  llrange  wj-k  exceecs  them  all. 

2.  He  fom%d  the  fu?,   fair  fcunt  of  light, 
The  moos  and  ftars  co  ia'e  the  nic*ht ; 

But  nigh*,  pr-d  itars,  and  no  n,  and  fun, 
Are  Ji  iie  works  'o^npar'd  with  one, 

3.  Hs  roird  the  Teas,  and  fpread  the  (kies; 
M*<*e  va!  its -fink,  and  mountains  rife ; 

The  meadows  cloth'd  with  native  green; 
Anu  bade  the  livers  giide  between. 

4.  Bu*  urtiat  are  Tea-,  o^  fkies,  or  hllls^ 
O  verdn.  vaW*fot  gliding  ri)'-, 

To  workers  man  was  born  to  prove? 
*iht  wonders  gf  redeeming  level 


'Tit 


(     105     ) 

;.  ;Tis  far  beyond  whir  words  cx?TtCs9 
What  fai  t*  can  fee!,  or  ar.gels  guefs  ; 
Angeis  that  hymn  the  g  eat  I   A  M, 
Fall  down  and  veil  bcrorc  U.e  Lamb. 

6.  The  higheft  heav'ns  are  fhort  of  this, 
'Tis  deeper  than  thevaft  ftbyfs, 

' Tis  more  ihan  though)  can  e'er  conceive. 
Or  hupe  exptel,  or  faith  believe. 

7.  Almighty  God  figh'd  human  breach, 
Ttc  Lord  of    Life  experiere'd  ceaih; 
How  it  was  done  we  can't  difcufs; 

But  this  we  know,  'twas  done  for  us. 

8.  Bleftwith  this  faith,  then  let  as  raifc 
Our  hearts  in  love,  our  yoke  in  praife, 
All  things  to  us  mud  work  for  good, 

For  whom  the  Lord  hathfhed  his  blood, 

9.  Trials  may  prefs  of  ev'ry  fort; 
Th-y  may  he  fore  ;   they  mud  be  fhort  ; 
We  now  believe  >  but  fo^n  mall  <virw9 
The  grcatelt  glories  C  OD  can  Ihcw. 


HYMN     LXXXIIL 

The  Jlony  heart. 

l./^\H,  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 

V^/  To  take  this  (lubborn  (lone  away  j 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine 
Ihis  neart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine! 

z.  The 


(     io6    ) 

2.  The  rocks  can  rent ;    »h?  earth  can  qu?ke  ; 
The  (ea?  can  roar;  the  mountains  ihake ; 

Of  feeling  ail  things  fti  vv  fome  fign, 
Buc  this  unfeeling  hear;  of  mine. 

3.  To  hear  the  forrows  thou  haft  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  acamam  would  melt  : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  linf, 

And  nothing  move  chis  heart  01  mine. 

4.  Thy  judgments  too  rnmovM  I  hear, 
(Amazing  rbougnt  !)  wh<th  devils  fear  j 
Good  ets  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  ftir  this  ftupid  heart  of  mine. 

5.  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  deed ; 
And  that  dear  fomething  much  I  need. 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  drofs  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine* 


HYMN    LXXXIV. 

.    Praying  for  relations^ 

1.     *TT  I  N  D  foul? ,  who  for  the  mss'ries  moan 
JS^  Of  thofc  who  feldom  mind  their  own; 
But  treat  yen?  zeal  wiib  cold  disdain, 
Refolv'd  to  make  your  labours  vain. 

2.  You  whofe  fincere  affection  terds 
To  help  you*  dear,  ungrateful  frienJs, 
Who  think  you  foes,  or  mad,  or  fools, 
Becaufe  you  fain  would  fave  their  fouls. 

3.  Though 


(     io7     ) 

3.  Though  deaf  (o  cv'ry  warring  giv'n, 
They  ("corn  to  walk  with  you  to  Heav'n  ; 
Bat  often  chink,    and  fometimes  Ay, 
They'll  never  go,  if  that's  the  wa>  ; 

4.  Though  they  th-  HMy  Ghift  refift, 
Or  ridicule  you*  faith  in  Chrili  ; 
Thrush  ihey  b'afphem^,  oppofe,  contemn, 
And  hace  you  for  jour  l.>ve  to  them ; 

5.  One  fecret  way  is  left  )ou  fti!J, 
To  do  them  gooa    again!*  their  will  : 
Here  they  can   no  cbhVu&ion  give; 
You  may  do  this  without  their  leave: 

6.  F'y  to  the  throne  of  gr^ce  by  pray'r, 
And  pour  out  all  your  wifrie>  'here  \ 
ElFtdlual  fervfnt  pray'r  prevails, 

When  cv'iy  other  method  fails. 


HYMN    LXXXV. 
Baptism. 

i.tT7HEN  'John  (  hough  a  man) 
VV      Bap;. zing    oeg  1 
Believers  in  Jordan,  ccntcfling  their  (in  ; 

2.  Tht  Phari/ees   c«me, 
I  1  Abraham  i   4*0 me, 

For  to  be  baptised,  and  lay  in  their  claim* 

3.  You   viper*,  fa:d  he, 
Wru)  wafu'd    \ou  to  flee? 

Bring  ior.h  vour  repentance,  that  fruits  we  may  fe*  ; 

3.  And 


(     ic3     ) 

4.   And  think  not  indeed, 
Y    u'/e  Ahrahtm's   feed, 
And  (o  for  my  Baptijm  a  right  have  to  plead* 

5    Bv  this  we   may  fee 
Our  B.ip.i-m  to  be 
For  none  but  believers  a  priviledge  free. 

6.  Frcm  Galilee  csme 
Cb'rijl  J  ejus-  by  name. 

For  to  be  bapufvti,  and  was  not  afham'd.. 

7.  'John  to  him  did  f*y, 
Why  com'tl  rhou  10  me, 

When  I  nave  need  to  be  bap.iied  of  thee  I 

8*  Oh  foffjr  it  To, 
'Tis  right  we  mould  mow 
All  righteous  obedience  wherever  we  go. 

9.  The  rites  were  perform'd, 
And    J  ejus   rctarn'd  ; 

The  Father  hu  bkffing  fent  do*n  on  his  Son  1 

10.  The  Spirit  of  God 
D  fcends  like  a  D01 

And  ligh  s  on  che  Saviour  in  token  of  love* 

11.  By  this  we  may  fee 
The  v>h)jp  T  inity, 

To  honour  our  Baptifm  do  jointly  agree. 

12.  We'll   not  be  afh^m'd, 
Where  J  ejus  is  n  .i;v   ; 
He's  precious  uato  us,  iho'  finners  blafpheme* 

13.   We'll  follow  him  down 
1  o  th'  water  we're  bound, 
Oh  finners,  fee  whai  au  sample  we've  found. 

HYMN 


HYMN    LXXXVI. 

SAlvation,  ob,  the  joyful  found  ! 
'  f  is  picture  to  oar  tars! 
h  iov'rcign  balm  for  ev'ry  wonnd, 
A  cordial  for  our  fear*. 

Glory,  honor,  pr*ife  and  power, 

Be  ur.to  the  lamb  for  ever ; 
Jefus  Cbrijl  is  our  redeemer. 

Halelajah  !  halelujah  I  halelujah  !  praifethe  Lord. 

Bury'd  in  forrow,   and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  la;  ; 
Bttc  we  arife  by  grace  divine 

To  fee  an  h*av'nly  day. 
Glory,  honor,  Ice. 

Salvation,  let  the  echo  fly, 

The  i'pacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fey 

Confpire  to  raife  cbe  found. 
Glory,  honor,  &c. 

Salvation,  O  thou  bleeding  lamb, 

To  thee  the  praife  belongs ; 
Salvation  fhall  infpire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues, 
Glory,  honor,  &c. 


HYMN    LXXXVII. 

A  M  now  inclin'd 
With  heart,  foul,  and  mind, 
lo  feek  my  dear  Saviour  till  him  I  dj  find. 

K  a.  My 


i 


(     no     ) 

2.  My  Chrift  is  my  all, 
On  him  I  would  call. 

And  at  his  blefs'd  feet  with  humility  fall.  f 

3.  My  fool  with  defire 
To  Chrijt  doth  afpire; 

Ob,  fill  me,  ray  Jefus,  with  love'a  heav'nly  fire! 

4.  Oh,  may  I  proclaim 
Thy  wonderful  ca<ne, 

And  bear  thy  dear  crofs,  and  defpife  the  world's  flume ! 

5.  My  foul  now  fhall  (land. 
Upheld  by  thy  hind, 

I'll  publifh  the  gofpel  in  this  happy  land. 

6.  The  glory  appears, 
Saints,  {hake  off  your  fears; 

The  voice  of  falvation  filiates  your  glad  tars* 

7.  The  Saviour  is  king; 
Rife,  mortals,  and  fing 

All  glory,  all  glory,  all  glory,  to  him. 

$.  Ye  angels  accord, 
Salute  our  dear  Lord; 
Live  Jifiu  !  live  Je/ui !  live  Je/us !  ador'dl 

9.  All  nations  {hall  hear 
The  jubilee  year, 

And  come  to  the  Saviour,  the  Saviour  moft  dear. 

10.  Oppofers  {hall  fall, 
And  perifti  (hall  all 

Who  will  not  aow  hearken  to  jtfu'*  firccl  call. 


(  lit  ) 

li.  Ye  faints  of  his  choice, 
In  j ejus  rejoice; 
And  pnife  your  Redeemer  with  heirt  and  glad  voice. 

12.  The  day  is  your  own, 
This  foon  fh*]l  be  known, 

And  throughout  ail  tcaona  ChrljVt  will  fhall  be  done, 

13.  J^in  ane«'fi  £r.d  men 
In  praife  to  him  rhen, 

Cry,  glory,  all  glory,  to  Je/*st  Amen.  % 


HYMN    LXXXVIII, 

An    evening  fong* 

1.  ^T  O  W  from  the  altar  of  my  heart, 
X\l    Let  incenfe  flames  arife. 
Affift  mi,    Lord,    to  offer  up 
Mine  evening  iacriiicc. 

2.  Awake,  my  love;  awake,  my  joy; 
Awake,  my  heart  and  tongue; 

Sleep  not  when  mercies  loudly  call; 
Break  forth  into  a  fong, 

3.  Man's  life's  a  book  of  hiflory, 
The  leaves  thereof  are  days ; 

The  letters  mercies  clofely  join'd, 
The  title  is  thy  praife. 

4.  This  day  was  God  my  fun  and  Ihicld, 
My  keeper  and  my  guide; 

Hii  tender  care  o'er  me  was  fhown. 
His  mercies  multiply'd. 

K  z  5.  Miaur** 


(  II*  ) 

5.  Minutes  and  mercies  mukiply'd 
Have  made  op  all  this  day ; 

Minutes  came  quick;  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  ittt  than  they. 

6.  New  time,  new  favour,  and  new  joys, 
Ne*  (bugs  cf  praife  require  ; 

Til  1  fhal-  praife  thee  as  I  would 
Acctpt  my  hearts  defire. 

7«  Lord  of  my  time,   whofe  hand  hath  fet 

New  time    upon  my  fcore* 
Thee  ihull  i  praife  lor  all  my  time, 

V/nen  time  fliall  be  no  more. 


HYMN    LXXXIX. 

The  Jinner^s   hope. 

j.  \%7  H  O  knows  but  fuch  an  one  as  I 

VV     May  grace  and  mercy  find  j 
I  hear  that  Ifrael'%  God  and  king 
Is  merciful  and  kind  : 

2.  Had  he  been  pleas'd  to  torture  me 
With  everlafting  bands, 

He  might  hare  done  it  long  ago, 
Who  had  me  in  his  hands. 

3.  I  do  not  hear  the  trumpet  (band, 
To  call  me  to  his  bar; 

The  proofs  and  patterns  of  his  grace 
Forbid  me  to  defpaxr. 

4.  Ceafe 


n3     ) 

4*  Ceafe  then  thy  murnVring,  O^ny  fool, 

And  filcntJy  attend 
To  tu*  founding  bov?eU  of  a  Chrift* 

Wao  is  the  finner's  friend. 

X 

5.  He  does  not  fay ,  "  Depart  from  me 
"  Into  eternal   fire; 

Bat,  "  Come  ir»o  my  open  breait, 
"  Where  weary  fouls  retire. " 

6.  The  trembling  wretch,  who  touch'd  hia  hem, 
Buc  fear'd  an  heavy  doom, 

Receiv'd  a  cure,  and  blefling  too, 
Aud  went  rejoicing  home. 

7.  The  prodigal  deferv'd  and  fear'd 
Worfe  than  the  fwine  he  fed; 

But  fcurd  a  mirthful  fealVat  home,    . 
Who  oflly  look'd  for  bread. 

:av'n  look'd  upon  the  poblican, 
)  was  bow'd  down  tc  fhamt ; 
ey  he  crav'd,  which  foon  appear'd, 
And  anfwer'd  to  its  name. 


9.  My  fins  are  mighty  fins  indeed; 
But  I  hate  under(lo©d 

Great  fins  are  foils,  which  do  inhance 
The  worih  of  faving  blood. 

10.  My  foul  has  many  ghaftly  wounds, 
Yet  I  will  not  defpair, 

While  there  is  balm  in  Gihad  found, 
And  a  phyiiciao  there. 

K  3  11.  Thai 


(     "4    ) 

II.  That  I  might  march  to  Canaan's  land. 

The  filver  trumpet  founds; 
My  day  flill  fhir.es,  my  tent  is  nVd 

Within  falvation'a  bounds. 

32.  The  door  is  fhut,   but  is  not  birr'd  ; 

And  he  that  is  within 
Does  bid  me  afk,  ind  feck,  and  knock, 

And  Arive  to  enter  in. 

13.  Here  then  I'll  afk,  and  feek,  and  knock, 

Until  the  door  be  ope  ; 
Nor  will  I  ftir  a  foot  from  hence ; 

It  is  a  door  of  hope. 


HYMN    XC. 

1.  T7AREWEL  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 
£/    Thou  canll  not  fill,  but  cloy; 

Thy  throne,  O  GOD,  doth  fend  forth  new 

And  more  refined  joy. 

2.  Mere  vanity  doth  man  purfne, 
With  eagernefs,  and  heat; 

The  braveft  things  the  world  can  (hew, 
Are  all  a  perfect  cheat. 

3*  Who  gain  the  riches  of  the  earth, 

Gain  bat  a  finer  droft, 
yfho  gain  the  world  and  lofe  their  foul*,. 

Suftain  the  greatcft  lofs. 

4.  The  blaft  of  honour  founds  aloud, 

Yet  that's  but  empty  air, 
Which  quickly  paiTes  thro'  the  cloud 

And  dgca  uo  more  appear* 

5.  My 


(     H5    ) 

5.  My  fowl,  there's  nothing  here  that  can 
True  blefodncfs  afford  ; 

Ye  painted  (had   *s,  gel  you  gore  ; 
Ye  hold  me  from  my  Lord, 

6.  He's  bleft  indeed  that  loveth  GOD, 
Whofe  urdefiled  mind 

Can  fcorn  fuch  mean,  ignoble  joys, 
He  better  joys  mall  fi»d. 

7.  O  happy  they  who  only  lore 
Their  GOD,  and  him  admire  ; 

That  I  may  tafte  thofe  joys  that  la& 
Pll  from  the  world  retire  ; 

8.  I'll  make  it  my  ambition  now 
To  be  belov'd  of  God ; 

And  under  hi;  delightful  (hade 
Will  fettle  mine  abode. 


HYMN      XCl. 

i.  *~|-^  H  AT  heart  is  harder  than  a  ftone 

X    That  rifes  up  to  play, 
And  ne'er  with  forrow  thinks  upon 

The  fins  of  yefterday; 
The  laft  night's  failures  well  might  make, 

If  they  were  duly  fcann'd, 
Each  rock,  each  Tinner's  heart  to  ake, 

For  faints  are  daily  tann'd. 

2.  Ah,  Lord,  thou  feed  my  frozen  heart, 

How  little,  little  love; 
I  owe  thee  a/I,    fcarce  pay  thee  part  ; 

Drop  fottnefs  from  above; 
If  thou  withhold  a  little  Ipace, 

Withhold  not  very  long  : 
Send  down  the  melting  dews  of  grace, 

I'll  fend  thee  up  a  fang, 

*.  Make 


(     "6    ) 

3.  Make  my  heart  fofrer,  footer  ftiil, 

Ms  like  thy  racurnicg  dove  ; 
I  raourp,  becaufe  I  cannot  mourn  ; 

But,  Lord,    thou  know'ft  I  love. 
Make  my  heart  fatter,  fofter  ftill, 

That  by  thy  gracious  hand 
A  deep  irapreflion  may  be  made, 

E'en  from  the  leaft  command. 


HYMN     XCIL 

A  Jong  of  praife  for    the    hope  of  glory* 

i,T    SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears  ; 
J[  Alas,  how   can    I  fing? 
My  harp  doih  on  the  wiliows  hang, 

Diftun'd  inev'ry  firing; 
My  mufiek  is  a  captive's  chains, 

Harm  founds  my  ears  do  fill ; 
How  (hall  I  fing  Tweet  Steffi  foegs 

On  this  fide  «Wa  hill  ? 

Yet  lo  I  I  hear  a  joyful  found, 

"  Surely  I  quickly  come :" 
Each  word  much'  fweetnefs  doth  diftil, 

Like  a  full  honey  comb. 
And  doit  thou  come,  my  deareft  Lord  ? 

And  doft  thou  quickly  come  ? 
And  dell  thou  Jurely  quickly  come  ? 

Methinks  1  am  at  home. 

3.  Come  then,  my  deareft,deareft  Lord, 

My  fweeteii  fureft  frie 
Come;  for  1  loathe  thefe  Kedar  lents, 

The  fi'ry  chariou  fend, 

7  What 


(     H7     ) 

What  have  I  here  ?    My  thoughts  and  joys 

Are  all  pack'd  up  and  gone  ; 
My  eager  foul  would  follow  them 

To  thine  eternal  ;hront. 

4.  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 
My  J  ejus  is  not  here ; 

Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  bleft  until 

My  Je/us  doth  appear. 
My  Je/us  is  gone  up  to  heav'n, 

To  get  a  place  for  me  : 
For  'tis  his  will  tha-.  where  he  is, 

His  fervants   all  fhculd  be. 

5.  Canaan  I  view  from  PifgaVs  top, 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  raite  ; 

My  Lord  who  feeds  to  me  while  here, 

Will  fend  for  me  at  laft. 
I  have  a  God  who  changeth  not, 

Why  mould  I  be  perplext  ? 
My  God  that  owf  s  me  in  this  world, 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

6.  Go  fearlefs  then,  my  foul,  wi'.h  GOD, 
Into  another  room ; 

Thou  who  hail  walked  with  him  here, 

Go  fee  thy  God  at  home. 
View  death  with  a  believing  eye, 

It  hath  an  angel's  face; 
And  this  kind  angel  will  prefer 

Thee  to  an  angel's  piase. 

7.  The  grave  is  but  a  fining-pot 
Unto  believing  eyes; 

For  there  the  flefh  (hall  Iofe  its  drofs, 
Ana  like  the  fun  lhaU  rife. 

The 


(     nS    ) 

The  world  which  I  have  known  too  well, 
Huh  mock'd  me  with  its  lies  ; 

How  gladly  could  I  Uave  behind 
Its  vexing  vanities! 

8,  My  deareft  friends  they  dwell  above, 
Them  will  I  go  to  fee  ; 

Arc    1   my  friends  in  Chrid  below, 

Will  fooa  come   after  me. 
T  ac  not  the  kru^np's  earth-rending  found  ; 

Dread  not  the  day  of  doom  ; 
For  he  tha:  is  to  be  thy  Judge, 

Thy  Saviour  is  become. 

9.  Bl^fl  be  mv  God  that  gives  me  light, 
Who  in  the  dark  did  grope  ; 

Bleft  be  my  God,  the  God  of  love, 

Who  caufeth  me  to  hope. 
Here'*  the  word's  fignet,  comfort's  itaff, 

And  here  is  grace's  chain  ; 
By  thefe  thy  pledges.   Lord,  I  know 

My  hopes  are  not  in  vain. 


HYMN     XCIII. 

Ajongofpraifcfor  the  birth  of  Chrift* 

1  •     A    w  A  Y  dark  thou£nts>  awake,  my  joy \ 
jr\.  Awake,  mv  glory  fing ; 
Sing  forgs  to  celebrate  the  birth, 
Of  Jacob \f  God  and  king. 

2,  O  happy  night,  that  brough.  Forth  iighf, 

Which  makes  the  blind  to  fee ! 
The  day  fpring  from  on  higtx  came  down, 

Tochearand  vifit  thee. 

x.  The 


(     i"9     ) 

3.  The  wakeful  fhepherds,  near  their  flocks, 
Were  watchful  for  :he  morn  ; 

But  better  news  from  heav'n  was  brought, 
«'  Ycur  Saviour  Chrifl  is  born." 

4.  "  In  BethWm  town  the  infant  liei, 
M   Within  a  pi3ce  obfcure." 

O  little  Bethltm,  poor  in  walls, 
But  rich  in  fur  a  it  are  J 

5.  Since  heav'n  is  now  come  down  to  earth, 
Hither  the  angel:  flv  ! 

Hark,  how  v'n;y  choir  do^h  fing, 

Glory  to  God  on  bigbl 

6.  The  news  is  fprcad,  the  church  it  glad, 
Simeon  o'ercome  wich  joy, 

Sir,g*  wich  the  in/ant  in  his  arms, 

Now  let  thy  fervant  die, 

7.  Wife  men  from  far  beheld  the  ftar, 
Which  was  'heir  faithful  pulde, 

Until  it  poi  >orth  the  babe, 

A   d  him  >b.-y  plcrify'd  ; 

8,   While  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice  and  ling, 

Shall  we  oat  Co  ift  deny  ? 
He's  born  U.:  u«,  a*  d  we  for  him; 

Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 


HYMN     XCIV. 

1.   (~*\  T  H  A  T  I  had  an  angel's  torgue, 
\Jf   That  1  might  loudly  fing 
The  w  irdsrs  of  tea cminsr  love 
To  thee,   my  Gou  and  king  ! 

*,  But 


(     uo     ) 

2.  Batman,   who  at  the  gates  of  hell 
Did  pale  and  fpeechiefs  lie, 

Muil  find  a  tongue  and  time  to  fpeak, 
Or  elfe  the  ftones  will  cry. 

5.  Let  the  *e.?eemed  of  the  Lord 
Their  thankful  voices  raife; 

Can  we  be  dumb  while  angels  fing 
Our  great  Redeemer's  praifef 

4.  Ccme  let  us  join  with  angels  then, 

Glory  to  God  en  high  ; 
Peace  be  en  earthy  good  will  to  men: 

Amen,  amen,    *ay  I. 


H  Y  M  N     XCV, 


1.  T    O,  what  an  entertainlp?  fight 
1  j     A  e  brethren  th  it  ag  ee, 

Brethren,  whole  chearful  hearts  ufiitc 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 

2.  When  {beams  of  love,  from  Ch 5ft  thefpring, 
Dcfcend  to  evVy  foul  ; 

And  heat'nly  pes»ce  wicbbrt    y  wing 
Shades  and  bedtws  the  whplc  : 

3.  :Tis  like  thex>il  divinely  fw*et 
Oi;  Jarons  rev9;e\id  He<»o, 

The*.  g  diops  perfuu  *  .cet, 

And  o'er  his  garments  fpr^ad. 

4.  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Sions  hill, 

Where  God  his  mild cit  glory  (hews, 
Aad  makes  his  grace  difuj. 


(  121  ) 

HHMN    XCVI. 

Ibe  beat  if c  mfiw. 

I.   T  Long  to  behold  him  array'd 

X     With  glory  and  light  from  above  ; 
The  king  in  his  beauty  difplay'd, 
His  beauty  of  hoJicft  lore  : 
I  languifh  and  die  to  be  ther*, 

Where  Jesui  hath  fix'd  his  abode  ;  ,    . 

O  when  fliall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
Aid  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ? 

2.  With  him  I  on  Zion  (hall  (land, 
(For  Jesus  hath  fpofcen  the  word) 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Surrey  by  the  light  of  ray  Lord  :  ., 

Bat  when  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 
Thy  face  I  am  flrengthrn'd  to  fee, 
My  fulnefs  of  rapture  1  find, 
My  heaven  of  heaven's  in  thee  ! 

3.  How  happy  thr  people  that  dwell 
Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 

No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 
No  ficknefi  nor  forrow  fliall  prove : 
Phyfician  of  fouls,  unto  me 
Forgivenefs  and  holincfrgive, 
And  then  from  the  body  fet  free, 
And  then  to  the  city  receive. 


HYMN     XCVir.     Tie  Beggar. 

1;   "pNcoviAG^by  thy  word 

l\j  Of  promife  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  LORD, 
Waiu  at  thy  mercy's  door! 

L  No 


(       I**      ) 

No  hand*  no  heart,  O  LORD,  but  thine, 
Can  help,  'or  pity  warns  likd  mine. 

2.  The  beggar's  ufual  plea 
Relief  from  men  to  g?ia, 

If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'ft  difdain  : 

And  thofe  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 

Are  fuch  as  men  would  feern  to  hear. 

3.  I  have  no  right  to  fay, 

cc  That  though  I  now  am  poor, 

$€  Y'1:  once  there  was  a  day 

"  When  I  pofleffed  more." 

Thou  know'it  that  from  my  very  birth, 

I've  been  the  pooreft  wretch  on  earth. 

4.  Nor  can  I  dare  profefs, 
As  beggars  often  do, 

M  Th3*  gtea:  is  my  diftrefs, 

fc   My  faults  have  been  but  few. 

If  thou  fhould  leave  my  foul  toftarve, 

It  would  be  what  I  well  deferve. 

5.  'Twere  folly  to  pretend 
"  I  nevf  r  begg'd  before  ; 

€i  Or  if  thou'll  now  befriend, 
gi  I'll  trouble  thee  no  more." 
Thou  often  haft  rcliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  mult  come  again; 

6.  Tho'  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  fuch  a  dog  as  I, 

No  lefs  than  children's  food 
My  foul  can  faiisfy. 

0  !  do  not  frown,  and  bid  me  Go  $ 

1  mull  have  all  thou  canft  beftow. 


7.  No* 


(     "3     ) 

7-  Nor  can  I  willing  be 
Thy  bounty  ta  conceal 
From  others,  who,  like  me, 
Their  wants  and  hunger  feel  : 
I'll  tell   them  of  thy  mercies  (lore, 
And  try  to  fend  a  thoufend  more. 

8.  Thy  thoughts,  thou   only  wife, 
Our  thoughts  and  ways  tranfeend, 
Far  as   the  arched  fk'es 
Above  the  earth  extend. 
Such  pleas  as  mine  ra?n  would  not  bftr, 
But  Goi  receives  a  beggar's  pray'r. 


HYMN     XCVIII. 

Prayer  for  a  revival. 

i.   OAviour,  vifit  thy  plantation, 

i3  Grant  us,  LO&D,  a  gracious  rain  j 
All  will  come  to  defolation, 
Unlefs  thou  return  again  : 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  diftance, 
Shine  upon  m  from  on  high  ; 
Left  for  wan;  of  thine  afliltance 
Ev'ry  piant  ihouid  droop  and  die. 

2.  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourifli'd, 
E»\y  part  Jook'ci  gay  and  green  ; 
Tren  thy  wotd  our  fpirits  nourifh'd, 
Happy  feafons  we  have  feen  ! 
But  a  drought  has  iioce  fucceeded, 
And  a  fad  decline  we  fee  ; 
Lord,    thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

La  j.  Where 


<     »4    ) 

3,  Where  are  thofe  we  counted  leaders, 
Fili'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  a  ad  truth  * 

Oid  profcffors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  ou*  youth  ! 
Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

Wr  (hall  meet  DO  more  below ; 
Some,  alas!  we  feat  are  blighted* 

Scarce  &  iinglc  leaf  they  few. 

4.  Younger  planta— the  fight  howpleafaat, 

C'over'd  thick  with  bieffoms  ttocd  ; 

"  Bui  thev  caafe  us  grief  at  Pre[eftt» 
Frotts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud  i 

D«axeft  Saviour,  hadeii  hither,      m 

Thou  canfl  make  them  bloom  again  5 
Oh,  permit  their,  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

5    Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs ; 
Let  each  one  efteem'd  thy  *"*"*• 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  fnares. 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  ftony  heart  to  item; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  aircih. 

HYMN      XC1X. 

t    T    Ol  he  comes  with  ebuds  defending  j 
*L  Once  for  guilty  finners  flam. 
Thousand  thoufand  faincs  attending, 
sJSdie  triumph  **««»' 

Hallelujah  S 

AUeloiaii  Amen.  2.  Ev'rjr 


(    "5    ) 

2.  Ev'ry  eye  mall  now  behold  him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ; 

Thofe  who  fet  ac  noughc  and  fold  him* 
Pierc'd  and  cail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  ice. 

3.  Ev'ry  ifland,  fea  and  mountain, 
Heav'n  ar  d  earth  mall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him  mufl  confounded 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !    Come  away  ! 

4.  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  !  in  folemn  pomp  appear  \ 

All  his  faints  by  man  rejected, 
Now  fhail  meet  him  in  the  air! 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear ! 

5.  Anfwer  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ; 
Hailen,  Lord,  the  gen'ral  doom ! 

The  new  heav'n  and  earth  1'  inherit, 
Take  thy  pining  exiles  home: 

AH  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bide  Thee  come  I 

6.  Yea!  Amen!  Let  all  adore  Thee* 
High  on  thine  eternal  Throne  1 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory  : 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

O  come  quickly* 
Hallelujah!  Come,  Load,  cornel 


Li  H  Y  M» 


(    «6    )  "? 

r  -  ■  m  *; 

H  Y  M  N    C.  1 

fbe  /inner  converted. 

I.  TTX  HEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  preft, 
YV     Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  brcaft 

Would  pail  offences  trace  ; 

Trembling  I  make  the  black  review, 

Yet  pleas'd   behold,   admiring  too, 

The  pow'r  of  changing  grace. 

*.  This  tongue,   with  blafphemiei  dcfil'd, 
Thefefeet  to  einng  paths  beguil'd, 

In  heav'nly  league  agree ; 
Who  could  believe  fuch  lips  could  praifei  '.lM 

Or  thmk  my  dark  and  winding  ways 

Should  ever  lead  to  thee  ? 

3.  Tbefe  eyes  that  once  abus'd  their  fight, 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  light, 

And  weep  ^f  fi'cnt  flood  ; 
Thtft  hand*  afcend  in  ce*felefs  pray'r, 
O  wafti  a* ay  the  [tains  they  wear, 

In  pure  redeeming  blood  I 

4.  Thefe  ears  that  pleas'd  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  iuftfal  ltrain, 

When  Tound  tjie  fallal  board  ; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noife, 
Avoid  the  throng,  deteft  the  joys, 

And  prefs  10  hear  thy  word. 

5.  Thus  art  thou  fervM  in  ev'ry  part  1  \l 
And  now  thou  doft  transform  my  heart, 

That  drofiy  thing  refine  ; 
Now  grace  do. h  nature's  ftrengwk  GOAtt0llI#  *  ! 

And  a  rew  creature— body — Soul, 

Axe,  to**»  to  cm  tfune!  HYMN 


(     1*7    ) 


HYMN    CI. 

i.  TTE  comes!   He  comes !  The  Saviour  dear* 

JlI   The  feventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  near  ; 
His  lightnings  flafh,  his  thunders  roll, 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul  ; 

Welcome,  weicome,  welcome,  welcome, 

Welcome  to  the  faithful  foul. 

2.  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  found! 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crown'd ! 

Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face  ; 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  decks  the  Saviour's  uce. 

3.  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 
The  kingdom   all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  : 

Hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him* 
Hail  him  tneir  triumphant  LORD. 

4.  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  fky, 
And  all  the  faints  of  the  moil  high  : 
Our  GOD,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns ; 

Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever, 
Ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

5.  The  Father  praife,  the  Son  adore* 
The  Spirit  blefs  for  evermore  ; 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done, 

We  welcome  the  great  Three   in  One,! 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  weicome, 
Welcome  lflc  great  Th&ii  in  Oa*' 

HYMN 


(     123     ) 

HYMN     CU.     Ajcenfion. 

i.  T  T  AIL  the  day  that  fees  him  rife, 
JL  JL   Ravilh'd  from  our  wifhful  eyes  \ 
Christ  a  while  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Reafcends  his  native  beav'n  : 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
Lift  your  heads,  ecernal  gates  ! 
"Wide  unfold  the  radiant  fcene  5 
Take  the  Kirg  of  Glory  in  ! 

2.  Him,  though  higheft  heav'n  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves ; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 

Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  : 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death   he  pleads ; 
Near  himfelf  preoares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3.  Mailer  (may  we  ever  fay)  *  ) 
T*ken  from  our  head  to-day  ; 

See  thy  faithful  fervants,  fee, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  fight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rife, 
Following  thee  beyond  the  ikies* 

4.  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  (hall  come, 
Longing,  gafpiog  alter  home: 
There  we  fhall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thy  glorious  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  uncloided  fee, 

Find  our  heav'a  of  heav'n  in  Uicc- 

HHMN 


(     i*9    ) 


HYMN    CHI. 

I*  y  ^T^  I S  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

J[     Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  net  ? 

2.  If  I  lore,  why  am  I  thns  ? 
Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  frame-  * 

Hardly,  (mrr,  can  they  be  worfe, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name ! 

3.  Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  taflc  and  burden  prove; 

Et'ry  trifle  r;lvc  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4.  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  it  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fin, 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child  ? 

5.  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 

You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  Is  ic  thus  with  you  ? 

6.  Yet  I  mourn  my  (lubborn  will, 
Find  my  fin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7.  Could  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 
Choofe  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd. 

Find,  at  times,   the  promife  iweet, 
If  I  did  not  io ve  the  Lor»  ? 


I.  Lord, 


(     'jo     ) 

S.  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  cafe  ! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  fan  ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 

If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9.  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  Jove  at  ail,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  Jov'd  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  to  day. 


HYMN     CIV. 
For  the  fpirit  of  adoption. 


1.  Y?  ATHER,  if  thoa  my  father  art, 
X*    Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  thy  fon, 

Breathe  him  into  mv  pantine  heart, 
And  make  me  know  as .fam  knowirj 

Make  me  thy  confcious  child,  that  l 
May  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry  ! 

3.  I  want  the  fpir'tof  pow'r  within, 
Of  love  and  of  an  heakhful  mind; 

Of  pow'r  to  conquer  inbred  fin  ; 
Ot  love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind; 

Of  health,  that  pain  and  death  defies, 
Moft  vig'rous  when  the  body  dies. 

,.  When  ftialll  hear  the  inward  voice, 
3  Wh;ch  only  faithful  fools  can  hear  ? 
paroon,  and  peace,  and  heav'nly  joys, 
Attend  the  promis'd  comforter ; 

Becomes,  ^^t^KCnl'iiT 
And  Chust,  and  all  with  Chriit, 


is  mine. 


(     i3i     ) 

Oh  that  the  comforter  would  come  ! 
Nor  viht  as  a  traniient  gueft, 
t  fix  in  me  his  conftant  home, 
And  keep  pofleflion  of  my  breaft ; 
id  make  my  foul  his  lov'd  abode, 
The  temple  of  iu-d welling  God, 

Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  my  heart  infpire, 
A  ttft  that  I  am  born  again  ; 
>me  and  baptifeme  now  with  fire, 
Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain. 
here  is  the  fenfe  of  fin  forgiv'n  ? 
Where  is  the  earneft  of  my  Heav'n? 

Where  the  indubitable  feal, 
That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine? 
lat  pow'rfui  ftamp  I  long  to  feel, 
The  Hgnature  of  love  divine  : 
fried  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulciefa  of  Love,  ofHcav'n,  of  GOD! 


i 


HYMN     CV. 

*LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 
^   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
jPraife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs ; 
y  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  pad 
hile  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lair, 
Or  immortality  enaures. 

Why  fhoald  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
jinces  mud  die,  and  (urn  to  dull; 
[Vain  is  the  help  of  ficfh  and  blood; 
liei;  breath  deparfr,   their  pomp  and  pow'r 
Id  thoughts  all  va'.ilh  in  an  hour; 
|Nor  can  they  m-kt  ihtirpromiiegcod. 

3-  Happy 


(       >3*      ) 

3.  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfratP*  Goi;   he  made  rbe  fky, 

And  earth  and  Teas  with  all  their  train; 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure ; 
He  faves  th*  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4.  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
TheLo  r  d  fupports  the  linking  mind, 

He  fends  the  laboring  ccnfcience  peace; 
He  helps  the  flranger  in  diihefs, 
The'widow,  and  the  fathcrleft, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  rcleafe. 

5.  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 

Thy   God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns : 
Let  tv'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftiains. 

6.  I'll  praife  him  white  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fnall  employ  my  nobler  pow/rs; 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Ox  immortality  endures, 


HYMN 


(     *33     ) 
H  YM  N     CVI.     The  Penitent  Thi; 

i    /^tOME  fee  the  powV  of  Chrift  our  King! 
V^y  When  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 
His  Grace  a  dying  thief  did  bring 

To  own  him  with  his  heart  and  tongue. 

a     One  malefactor  fcorn'd  ChriiTs  name, 

The  other  did  his  fin  reprove; 
Then  faid  by  faith  to  God's  dear  Lamb, 

"  Remember  me  O  Lord  above.'1 

3     What  noble  faith  in  him  appear 'd, 

That  he  could  truft  a  dving  Lord! 
He  foon  the  bleffed  Jcfus  heard 

Pronounce  this  fweet  reviving  word; 

4.     "  Amen,  this  day  thy  foul  fhall  be 

"  With  me  in  Paradife  above." 
This  made  the  dying  pris'ner  free; 

Thefe  words  were  full  of  boundlefs  love. 

5  What  comfort  did  this  fpeech  convey, 
To  his  poor  guilty  wretched  mind! 

When  thus  he  heard  the  Saviour  fay, 
Gr5at  peace  the  criminal  did  find. 

6  Thus  Jefus  Chrifl  forgave  the  thief, 
And  fhew'd  great  mercy  to  the  man ; 

So  in  the  midfl  of  woe  and  grief, 
His  joy  and  happinefs  began. 

7  O  how  he  lings  the  Saviour's  praife, 
Who  took  lnm  at  the  very  laft, 

M  When 


(     *34     ) 

When  he  his  youthful  ftrength  and  days 
In  Satan's  caufe  had  fpent  and  paft! 

8     Now  he  adores  God's  holy  name, 
And  ftands  before  the  Saviour's  face; 

And  will  eternally  proclaim 

The  boundlefs  riches  of  his  grace! 

H      Y      M      N        CVII. 

A  Farewel  Hymn. 

i    T5RETHREN,    I  bid  you  all  farewel; 

J3  and  from  my  very  heart 
Affectionately  you  I  tell 

That  we  mull  furely  part! 

&     And  if  I  fee  you  not  again, 

I  truft  that  I  cara  fay, 
My  labour  fhall  not  be  in  vain  ; 

For  me  my  brethren  pray. 

3  I  truft  I  can  to  record  call 

All   you  who  have  me  heard, 
That  I've  declar'd  God's  counfel  all, 
As  light  and  truth  appear'd. 

4  I  now  depart,  I  leave  you  here, 

I    reft   you  with  the  Lord; 
And  may   you  live  to  Jefus   near, 
And  be  of  one  accord. 

5.     And  if  I  never  fee  you  more 
While  we  on  earth  remain, 


O  may 


(     135    ) 

O  may  we  meet  on  Heav'n's  bright  fhore, 
And  never   part  again ! 

6     There  we  fhall  join  to  fing  God's  praife, 

And  all   his  wonders  tell! 
And  never  part  to  endlefs  days: 

So  brethren,   now,  farewel. 

HYMN    CVIII.  Parting  With  Friends. 

i.   \T  OW  Lord,  tho'  we  mull  part  a  while, 

X  >l    Upon  the  heay'nly  road ; 
Yet  let  thy  face  upon  us  fmile, 

And  keep  us  near  our  God. 

2.  And  if  on  earth  again  we  meet, 
Lord  let  us  meet  with  thee: 

And  let  thy  gracious  prefence  fweet 
From  bondage  fetus  free. 

3.  This  only  this  we  humbly  crave, 
While  earth  is  our  abode, 

1 1  at  we  with  Chrifl  and  faints  may  have 
Communion  on  the  road. 

4.  For  fince  our  fellowfhip  below, 
Affords  fuch  joy  and  love, 

We  long  its  full  extent  to  know, 
When  we  fhall  meet  above. 

5.  Let  this,  O  Lord  excite  us  on, 
To  keep  the  narrow  way, 

Till  we  (hall  meet  around  thy  Throne,  - 
With  all  the  heirs  of  day. 

M  Come 


f     *36     ) 

6.  Come  Holy  Ghoft,  our  fouls  infpire? 

Maintain  this  flame  of  love, 
Til]  we  fhall  join  that  glorious  choir 

Of  worfhippers  above. 


HYMN  CIX. 

i-  \7  AIN  things  allure,  and  charm  the  mind 
V     And  lead  our  fouls  from  thee  our  Lord, 
But  we  no  reft,  nor  peace  can  find 
But  in  thy  promifes,  and  word. 

2.  We  rove  and  feek  for  folid  ground 
To  reft  our  finking  fouls  upon; 

But  no  fafe  fhelter  can  be  found 

But  Chrift  the  fure  foundation  ftone. 

3.  This  is  the  blefied  hiding  place, 
Where  finners  find  a  fure  repofe; 

*Tis  here  they  tafte  the  richeft  grace, 
And  here  Salvation's  water  flows. 

4.  Tis  here  poor  guilty  mortals  find 
A  folid  ground  of  lafting  hope; 

Here's  peace  and  light  to  chear  the  mind 
Which  did  in  darknefs  blindly  grope. 

5.  O  glorious  refuge  from  the  heat! 
An  hiding  place  from  ftormy  wind, 

May  we  thy  praife  O  Lord  repeat, 

Who  art,  waft,  will  be  ftill  our  friend! 

HYMN 


i    *37    ) 
HYMN        CX. 

i    /^\    Lord,  thy  goodnefs  we  admire, 
V>/    That  fent  our  blelled  Saviour  down, 

To  fave  us  from  eternal  fire, 

And  bring  us  to  an  heav'nly  crown. 

2  The  glorious  Saviour  of  mankind 
Did  once  for  finful  men  atone, 

That  we  thro'  him  might  pardon  find, 
And  be  acknowledg'd  for  his  own. 

3  We  that  were  bound  in  heavy  chains, 
Are  now  fet  free  by  Chrift  our  king; 

His  love  we  know,  what  then  remains, 
But  that  our  fouls  his  praifes  fing? 

4.  We  that  deferv'd  the  fecond  death, 
That  flood  expos'd  to  mifery, 

Are  calFd  to  praife  him  with  our  breath 
Who  fets  our  fouls  at  liberty. 

5.  We  by  his  crofs  Salvation  gain, 
And  thro'  his  death  are  made  to  live; 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb  once  flain,  * 

Who  doth  to  men  fuch  bleflings  give. 

HYMN     CXI.     For  New  Years  Day 


1. 


AND  now  the  year  falutes  our  eyes, 
Come  raife  a  joyful  found 
To  him  who  made  the  earth  and  Ikies, 
And  turns  the  feafoni  round. 

M  a  Sing 


(    13*    )• 

t.  Sing  to  the  Lord  a  fong  moll  new, 
j  And  fpeak  his  worthy  fame; 
Mis  ways  are  holy,  juft,  and  true, 
Give  glory  to  his  name ! 

3.  He  fent  his  darling  Son  to  die, 
To  fave  our  fouls  from  death  ; 

Let  us  our  Saviour  magnify, 
While  we  have  life  and  breath. 

4.  This  glorious  theme  fhall  ftill  employ, 
Our  hearts  our  fouls  and  tongues, 

Till  in  the  world  of  endlefs  joy, 
We  raife  our  nobler  fongs. 

5.  Thus  we  begin  the  happy  year 
In  this  moft  heav'nly  frame  ; 

Oh  may  our  minds  continue  here, 
Thro*  all  our  lives  the  fame  ! 

HYMN     CXII.    The  Name  of  Jesus. 

1.  T  T  OW  fweet  the  name  of  Jefus  founds 
JLl   In  a  believer's  ear? 

It  fooths  his  forrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2.  It  makes  the  wounded  fpirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breaft; 

'Tis  Manna  to  the  hungry  foul, 
And  to  the  weary  reft. 

3.  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  fhield  and  hiding  place  ; 

M/ 


(     *39    ) 

My  never-failing  treas'ry  filFd 
With  boundlefs  ftores  of  grace. 

4.  By  thee  my  prav'rs  acceptance  gain, 
Al'tho'  with  fin  defil'd ; 

Satan  accufes  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5.  Jefus !   my  Shepherd,  Hufband,  Friend. 

My  Prophet,  Prieft  and  King  ;  / 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praife  I  bring. 

6.  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmeft  thought; 

But  when  I  fee  thee  as  thou  art 
I'll  praife  thee  as  I  ought! 

7.  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  {lectins'  breath  : 

And  may  the  mufic  of  thy  name 
Refrefh  my  foul  in  death. 

HYMN     CXIIL 

Tor  the  last  Evening  in  the  Year. 

1.   r~V^  HE  Lord  our  Salvation  and  light, 

A     The  guide  and  the  ftrength  of  our  days: 
Has  brought  us  together  to  night, 

A  hew  El  1  to  raife: 

The  year  we  have  now  palfed  thro' 

HiSgoodnefs  with  bleilings  has  crownM; 
ach  morning  1 1  is  tnercii  new, 

Then  let  our  thankfgivings  abound*  2  En« 

E 


(      HO     ) 

2.  Eacompafs'd  with  dangers  and  fnares, 
Temptations,  and  fears,  and  complaints; 

His  ear  he  inclin'd  to  our  pray'rs, 

Kis  hand  open'cl  v/i  ie  to  our  wants  : 
We  never  befought  him  in  vain, 

When  burden 'd  with  forrow  or  fin, 
He  help'd  us  again  and  again, 

Or  where,  before  now  had  we  been? 

3.  His  gofpel,  throughout  the  long  year, 
From  fabbath  to  fabbath  he  gave; 

How  oft  has  he  met  with  us  here, 

And  ihown  himfelf  mighty  to  fave? 
His  candleflick  has  been  remov'd 

From  churches  once  priviledg'd  thus; 
But  tho'  we  unworthy  have  prov'd, 

It  ftill  is  continu'd  to  us. 

4.  For  fo  many  mercies  receiv'd, 
Alas!  what  returns  have  we  made? 

His  Spirit  we  often  have  griev'd, 

And  evil  for  good  have  repaid; 
How  well  it  becomes  us  to  cry, 

"  Oh,  who  is  a  God  like  to  thee? 
"  Who  paffeft  iniquities  by, 

"  And  plungefl  them  deep  in  the  Sea! ,? 

5.  To  Jefus,  who  fits  on  the  throne, 
Our  belt  hallelujah's  we  bring, 

To  thee  it  is  owing  alone, 

That  wre  are  permitted  to  fing: 
AiTift  us,  we  pray,  to  lament 

The  fins  of  the  year  that  is  paft! 
And  grant  that  the  next  may  be  fpent 

Far  more  to  thy  praife  than  the  laft.  HYMN 


(     H*     ) 
HYMN      CXIV. 

The  Barren  Fig-Tree. 

THE  church  a  garden  is,  in  which  believers  ftand, 
Like  ornamental  trees  planted  by  God's  own  hand; 
His  Spirit  waters  all  their  roots, 
And  every  branch  abounds  with  fruits. 

s   Bin.  other  trees  there  are  in  this  inclofure  grow, 
Which  tho'  they  promife  fair  have  only  leaves  tofhow; 

No  fruits  of    grace  are  on  them  found, 
They  are  but  cumb'rers  of  the  ground. 

fpends, 

3  The  under-gard'ner  grieves,  in  vain  his  ftrength  he 
For  heaps  of  ufelefs  leaves  afford  him  fmall  amends: 

He  hears  the  Lord  his  will  make  known, 
To  cut  the  barren  fig-tree  down. 

4  How  difficult  his  poll !  what  pangs  his  bowels  move, 
To  find  his  wiflies  croft,  his  efforts  ufelefs  prove! 

His  laft   relief  is  earneft   pray'r, 
Lord  fpare  them  yet  another  year. 

do  ; 

5  Spare  them,  and  let  me  try  what  further  means  may 
I'll  frefli  manure  apply,  mv  digging  I'll  renew  ; 

Who  knows,  bill  ey  fruit  may  yield  ? 

If  not— -'tis  juI!  they  tauft  be  fetl'd, 

6  If  under  means  of  grace  no  fruits  of  grace  appear, 

It  is  a  dreadful  cafe,  tho'  God  may  long  fpjfce 
At  length  he'll  ftrifee  the  threaYned  bh 
And  lay  the  barren  fig-tree  low, 

HYMN 


HYMN         CXV. 

Desiring  to  love  God  above  all. 

1  A  N  D  is  it  yet  dear  Lord,  a  doubt, 
JLJL  If  in  rny  breaft  thou  reigrrft  alone  ? 

O  find  the  lurking  rival  out! 

And  drag  the  traitor  from  the  throne. 

2  Would  earth's  delufive  trifling  charms, 

Afiume  a  pow'r  above  thy  name? 
Stab  each  ufurper  in  my   arms, 

And  vindicate  thy  rightful  claim. 

3  By  purchase,  duty,  every  tie, 

Yea  choice  itfelf,  Lord  I  am  thine) 
Maintain  thy  right  or  let  me  die, 

Ere  from  thy  love  my  foul  decline. 

4  If  my  unfleady  heart  would  rove, 

(And  well  thou  know'ft  it's  treach'rous  frame) 
If  any  thing  I'm  prone  to  love 
Would  fliare  or  quench  the  facred  flame ; 

5.  Chafe  the  curs'd  obj eel  from  my  foul, 

Thence,  thence,  the  twining  mifchief  tear; 

Reign  thou  the  fov'reign  of  the  whole, 
Be  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there. 

HYMN         CXVI. 

1   pOME  thou bleftjefus  fill  my  heart, 

V^  With  love's  immortal  fire  ;# 
Then  fhall  my  foul  foon  take  her  part 

With  the  celeftial  choir.  2  How 


f  143  ) 

2  Hew  do  the   peaceful   regions  ring, 

With  one  melodious  voice ! 
And  all  their  fongs  are  to  my  King, 
And  (hall  not  I  rejoice? 

3  Awake  my  foul  and  join  the  fongf 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Eternity  w'ont  be  too  long 

To   make  his  glories  known. 

HYMN  CXVII. 

1  A    THOUSAND  foes  prepare  to  war, 
JTjL  again  ft  a  feeble  faint ; 

Jefus   in  mv  behalf  appear, 

And  cheer  me  left  I  faint. 

2  Give  me  an  heart  divore'd  from  fin, 

Shut  up  from  worldly  care  ; 
Conftant,  fmcere,   and   fervent  in 
The  exercife  of  pray'r. 

3.  Watchful  in  ev'ry  work  and  word, 

Ready  to  fpeak  thy  praife; 
Arm'd  with  thy  fpirit's  two  edg'd  fword, 

And  clotiY d  with  ev'ry  grace. 

4  FilTd  with  a  godly  filial  fear, 

A  conftant  jealous  care  ; 
Left  I  from  the  right  path  fhould  err, 
Or  fall  into  a  fnare. 

5  To  ev'ry  earthly  objeft  dead; 

Alive  to  things  above  ; 

Conformed 


(    Hi    ) 

Conformed  unto  my  living  head, 

And  fili'd  with  bin  rung  Io\e. 

6  Let  furious  heats  no  more  moleft, 

Nor  paflions  chafe  my  mind  ; 
Quench  all  ill  tempers  in  my  bre^it, 
And  make  me  meek  and  kind. 

7  Grant  me  a  ferious,  fober  mind, 

From   levity  fet  free; 
That  I  may  mew  to  all  mankind 
Thine  image,  Lord  in  me. 

8  AfTume  in  me  thy  dwelling  place, 

Thy  temple  and  thy  throne ; 
Then  ftubborn  felf   mall  bend  to  grace, 
And  Antichriil  fall  down. 

H     Y     M     N         CXVIII. 

The  Infant  Saviour; 

i,   T  T  ARK!  whence  that  found,  hark!    hark!  the 
JLjL  jo  v  f U 1  Iho  u  t  i  n  gs ; 

See!  fee!  what  fplen'ior  fpreads  its  beams  around  us, 
Turning  dark  midnight  into  noon-tide  glory, 

As  it  approaches, 

2.  With  pomp  maieftic,  lee  the  heav'nly  yifion, 
Slowly  defcending;  whilft attendant  angels, 
Pour  acclamations;  and  celeftial  chauntings, 

Wake  our  attention. 

3.  Fear 


(     Ho     ) 

3.  Fear  not  ye  fhepherds,  'tis  the  Prince  of Peace 
Full  of  compafiion--full  of  love  and  pity:  [comes, 
Bringing  falvation,  for  the  loft  of  mankind; 

For  nlin'd  nature. 

4.  Go  pay  your  homage  to  your  infant  Savio  \ 
Laid  in  a  manger;  view  the  Lord  of  glory, 
Meanly  attended;   yet    the    great   Redeemer  ! 

Yon  flar  mail  guide  you. 

5.  Give  God  the  glory,  all  ye  hofts  celeftial, 
Peace  dwells  on  earth,  and  man  enjoys  his  favour; 
Rais'd  from  death's  dungeon— heir  to  life  eternal, 

Through  a  Mediator. 

6.  O!  may   impreflions  of  his  boundlefs  mercy, 
Ever  remind  me,  of  my  grateful  duty; 

Sweet  the  employment  to  proclaim  H 1  s  goodnefs, 

And  fmg  Hispraifes. 

HYMN     119.     The  Promis'd  Land. 

1.  T7  A  R  from  thefe  narrow  fcenes  of  night, 
JL        Unbounded  glories  rife, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2.  There  pain  and  ficknefs  never  eoine, 

And  grief  no  more  complains; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  cndlefs  plcafure  reigns. 

No  cloud  thofe  blifsful  regions  know, 
For  ever  bright  and  fair! 

N  For 


I 


(  146  ) 

For  fin,  the  fource  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4.  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  fun's  faint  fickly  ray ; 
But  glory  from  the  facred  throne 
Spreads  everlafting  day. 

5.  O  may  the  heav'nly  profpefl:  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith,  and  ftrongdefire, 
Bear  evry  thought  above. 

6  Prepare  us,   Lord,  by  grace  divine 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high; 
Then  bid  our    fpirits  rife  and  join 

The  chorus  of  the  Iky. 

HYMN       120. 

1   HP  HE  RE  is   a  land  of  living  joy, 

X  Beyond  the  utmoft  fkies, 

Where  fcenes  of  blifs  without  alloy, 
In  boundlefs  profpecls  rife. 

t.  High  feated  on  a  blazing  throne 

Th'  eternal  God  appears, 
Puts  all  his  fmiling  glories  on, 

And  awes  at  once,  and  chears. 

3.  The  flaughter'd  Lamb  at  his  right  hand 

Affumes  his  royal  feat, 
Adoring  Angels  round  him  ftand, 

His  minifters  of  ftate. 

4.  Each 


(    H7    ) 

4*  Each  bread  with  flrong  devotion  glows, 

Love  ev'ry  heart  infpires, 
While  God's  own  Spirit  gently  blows, 

And  fans  thofe  holy  fires. 

£.  In  ftrains  celeftial  ev'ry  tongue 

Shall  God's  high  praife  proclaim : 
And  all  in  concert  join  the  fong 

Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

6.  The  Hallelujahs  once  begun 

No   paufe  nor  end  (hall  know, 
But  joy  and  harmony  in  one 
Perpetual  tranfport  flow, 

7.  A  conflant  bloom  in  ev'ry  face, 

Shall  age  and  death  defy ; 
And  grace,  free  grace,  rich,  boundlefs  grace 
Shall  always  be  the  cry. 

HYMN     121. 

1   /^OME  Lord  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 

V^     Infpire  each  lifelefs  tongue; 
And  let  the  joys  of   Heav'n  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  fong. 

2.  Then  to  the  fhining  feats  of  blifs 

The  wings  of  faith  fhall  foar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  Paradife 

Our  raptur'd  thoughts  explore. 

3.  Pleafures  unfully'd  flourifh  there, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  time ; 
Not    blooming   Eden  fmil'd  fo  fair 

In  all  her  flow'ry  prime.  4.    Sorrow 


(     M«     ) 

4.  Sorrow  and  pain  and  ev'rv  care, 

And  difcord  there  fhall  ceafe ; 
And  perfecl:  joy  and  love  fincere 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

5.  The  foul  from  fin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  it's  pov/r  no  more; 
But  cloth '3  in  fpotlefs  purify, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

6.  There  fhall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  fongs  ; 
And  endlefs  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues: 

7.  Lord,   tune  our  hearts  to   praife  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  infpire; 
Till  in  thy  blifsful  courts  above 
We  join  th'  Angelic  choir. 

HYMN         122. 

1.  npHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

JL       Where  Saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2.  There  everlafling  fpring  abides, 

And  never  with'ring  flow'rs  ; 
Death  like  a  narrow  fea  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3.  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  drefl  in  living  green  ; 


S* 


(     M9    ) 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4.  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 

And  linger  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5.  Oh,   could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 

6.  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
Not    Jordan's  flreams,  nor  Death's  cold  floou, 
Should  {right  us  from  the  more. 

HYMN     123.    The  humble  Worfhip  of  Heavec 

1.  "U'ATHER,  I  long,   I  faint  to  fee 

JL       The  place  of  thine  abode; 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God! 

a.  Here  I  behold  thy  diflant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafing  fight :  * 

But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 

Is  infinite   delight. 

3.   I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleafure  (prings  freft  for  ever  thence, 

Unfpeakablc,   unknown. 

N  4.  There 


C    »5o    ) 

4.  There  all  the  heav  nly  hofts  are  Teen, 

In  (hining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5.  Then  at  thy  feet,    with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall  ; 
With  joy  they  flirink  to  Nothing  there, 
Before  th'  Eternal  All. 

6.  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft, 

In  duty  and  in  blifs, 

While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boaf}, 
And  vanity  confe fs. 

7.  The  more  thy  glories  flrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  (hall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  fink,  my  joys  (hall  rife 
Uniheafurably  high. 

H       Y         M       N         124. 

1.  TOEHOLD!  the  bright  morning  appear?. 
JLJ   And    Jefus  revives  from  the  grave  ; 

His  rifing  removes  all  our  fears, 
A  id  mews  him  almighty  to  lave, 
v  ftrong  were  his  tears  and  his  cries  I 
■  worth  of  his  blood  how  divine  ! 
How  ft  his  facrifice  is, 

Who  role,  tha'  he  fuffer'd  for  fin! 

2.  The  man  who  was  crowned  with  thorns, 
The  man  who  on  Calvary  dy'd, 

The 


(   *£l 

The  ma  bore  fcourging  and  fcorns, 

Whom  finners  agreed  to  deride; 

forever  is  made, 
And  li  led  his  pain; 

s  crowned  his  head, 
K  s  of  the  Lamb  that  was  fl; 

3.  Believing  we  fharein  his  joy; 
B\  rake  of  his  reft ; 

can  chearfully  die  ; 
Icy  .  we  hope  to  be  blefl:. 

T  -  es  us  regardlefs  of  fame, 

And  riches  and  honours  defpife  ; 
We  fuffer  for  Jefiis's  name, 

at  dying  with  him  we  may  rife. 

4.  We  wait  for  his  coming  again, 
To  raife  us  In  glory  with  him; 

fhall  obtain, 
clothed  with  fhame. 
ted  and  poor, 

ir  wan  are  no  more  ; 

With  Prin  y  then  fhall  be  plac'd. 

5.  Then  \t  moil  fully  reward  ' 

He  tal  vours  fc< 

"   Ye  bleil  r  come  near, 

• ; 

"  T  r  pr'ei 

k*  For  thofe  who  delight  in  his  fom" 


(    »5*    ) 

6.  Then  let  us  look  forward  to  this, 

And  joyfully  take  up  his  crofs ; 
His  fervants  fhall  be  where  he  is, 

And  all  that  we  lofe  is  but  drofs : 
They're  honour'd  whom  he  fhall  approve, 

Their  riches  fhall  never  decay  ; 
Their  joy  is  compleat  in  his  love, 

Their  tears  fhall  be  all  wip'd  away. 

HYMN      19$. 

1.  TESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
J    The  wine-prefs  treads  alone  ! 

Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up 

By  his  expiring  groan  : 
Lo  the  pow'rs  of  Heav'n  he  fhakei, 

Nature  in  convulfion  lies ; 
Earth's  profoundeft  center  quakes, 

The  Great  Redeemer  dies. 

2.  Dies  the  glorious  caufe  of  all, 

The  true  eternal  Pan ; 
Falls  to  raife  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ranfom  finful   man. 
Well  may  Sol  withdraw  his  light, 

With  the  fuff'rer  fympathize  ; 
Leave  the  world  in  fudden  night, 

While  his  Creator  dies. 

3.  O  my  God,  he  dies  for  me  ; 

I  feel   the  mortal  fmart ! 
See   him  hanging  on  a  tree ! 

A  fight  that  breaks  my  heart ! 
Oh  that  all  to  thee  might  turn ! 


Sinners, 


(     *53     ) 

Sinners,  ye  may  love  him  too  ; 
Look  on  him  ye  picre'd,  and  mourn 
Tor  him  who  bled  for  you ! 

4.   Weep  1  Qre  and  hp 

;ears  o. 
Sing,  for  Jelus   is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthron'd  above. 
Lives  our  head,  to  die  no  more, 
Pow'Y  is  all  to    Jefus  giv  n  ; 
Worfhip'd  as  he  was  before, 

1  L'  immortal  King  of  Heav'n. 

H       Y       M       N         126. 

1.  TESUS,    my  All  to  Heav'n  is  gone, 
^j    He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 

His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 

The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view, 

2.  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 

The  road  that  leads  from  banifhmen:  ; 
The   Kind's  hi  of  holinefs, 

I'll  go,  foi  iths  are  peace. 

3.  Xo  Orange  proceed  therein, 

No  lo \  t  r  of  this  world,  and  fin  ; 
no  devouring  care, 
No  Gn,  w  mall  be  there  ; 

4.  No;  Nothi  0  up  thereon 

But  tra  .   n        I  be  one; 

jWayfaring  men  to  Canaan  bound, 
.all  only  in  thlsway  be  found. 


J.  This 


(     *54     ) 

5.  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 

And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 

Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  fin. 

6.  The  more  I  ftrove  againft  its  pow'r, 

I  finn'd  and  {tumbled  but  the  more ; 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither,  foul,  I  am  the  Way." 

7.  Lo  glad  I  come,  and  thou  bleft  Lamb, 

Will  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 

Nothing  but  love  would  I  receive. 

8.  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round,  , 

What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 

And  fay,    "  Behold  the  way  to  God!" 

H  Y  MN  127.   The  happinefs  of  being  with  Chrift, 

1.  "TXT"  H  I  L  E  on  the  verge  of  life  I  Hand, 
V  V     And  view  the  fcene  on  either  hand, 

My  fpirit  ftruggles  with  my  clay, 

And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

«.  Where  Jefus  dwells  my  foul  would  be  ; 

And  faints  my  much  lov'd  Lord  to  fee  ; 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart, 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3.    Come  ye  angelic  convoys  come, 

And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home ; 

Ye 


(     *55    ) 

Ye  know  the  way  to  Jefu's  throne, 

Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4.  That  blifsful  interview  how  fweet ! 
To  fall  tranfported  at  his  feet ! 

Raised  in  his  arms  to  fee  his  face, 

Thro'  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace  ! 

5.  As  with  a  Seraph's  voice  to  fing ! 

To  fly  as  on  a  Cherub's  wing! 
Performing  with  unweary'd  hands 

The  prefent  Saviour's  high  commands, 

6.  Yet  with  thefe  profpe&s  full  in  fight, 

Well  wait  thy  fignal  for  the  flight ; 
For  while  thy  fervice  we  purfue, 

We  find  a  Heav'n  begun  below. 

H     Y     M     N     128.    Salvation  approaching. 

f.      A     WAKE,  ye  Saints,  and  lift  your  eyes, 

jTjL  And  raife  your  voices  high, 
Awake,  and  praife  that  fovVeign  love 
That  fhews  Salvation  nigh. 

±.  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 

And  each  revolving  \  car. 

3.  Not  many  years  their  rounds  fhall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rife, 
Ere  all  its  glories  Hand  reveul'd 

To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4.  Ye 


(   ^5  ) 

4.  Ye  wheels  of  nature  fp.eed  your  courfe; 

Ye  mortal  pow'rs  decay; 
Fa  i  the  night  of  death, 

1  e  bring  eternal  day. 

H     Y     M     N     129.    Treafure  in  Heaven. 

l.     7     UKE  warm  fouls,  the  foe  grows  ftronger, 

.1  J  See  what  holts  your  camp  iurround! 
Arm  to  battle,  lag  no  longer; 

Hark!   the  filver  trumpets  found! 
Wak£,  ye  fleepers;  wake!  what  mean  you? 

Sin  befets  you  round  about: 
Up,  and  fearch;   the  world's  within  you; 

Slay,  or  chafe  the  traytor  out. 

2.  What  enchants  you?  pelf?  orpleafure? 
Pluck  right  eyes;  with  right  hands  part: 

Afk  your  confcience,  where'*  your  treafure? 

For  be  certain  there's  your  heart. 
Give  the  fawning  foe  no  credit: 

Lo!  the  bloody  flag's  unfurl 'd. 
That  bafe  heart  (the  word  hasfaid  it) 

Loves  not  God,  that  loves  the  world. 

3.  God  and  Mammon?  Oh!  be  wifer! 
Serve  them  both?  it  cannot  be. 

Eafe  in  warfare,  Saint  and  Mifer, 

Thefe  will  never  well  agree. 
Shun  the  ihame  of  foullv  falling 

C umber 'd  captives,  clogg'd  with  clav; 
Prove  your  faith;  make  fure  vour  calling: 

Wield  the  fword;  and  win  the  day. 

4.  Forward 


C   157   ) 

4.  Forward  prefs  towards  perfection: 

Watch,  and  pray;  and  all  things  prove; 
Seek  to  know  your  God's  ele&ion; 

Search  his  everlafting  love. 
Dread  backfliding,  fcorn  diflembling. 

Now  Salvation's  near  in  view; 
Work  it  out  with  fear  and  trembling; 

'Tis  your  God  that  works  in  you. 

HYMN        CXXX. 

Dismiss  10  x. 

1 .  T"\  IS  MISS  us  with  thy  blefling,  Lord, 
JL/   Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word. 

All  that  has  been  amifs  forgive; 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2.  Tho'  we  are  guilty  thou  art  good. 
Wafh  all  our  works  in  Jem's  blood. 

Give  ev'rv  fetter'd  foul  releafe; 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN        CXXXI. 

1.  ^\  NCE  more  before  we  part, 
V^/    We'll  blefs  the  Saviour's  name. 

Record  his  mercies,  ev'ry  heart; 
Sing,  ev'ry  tongue,  the  fame. 

2.  Hoard  up  his  facred  word, 
And  feed  thereon,  and  grow: 

Go  on,  and  feck  to  know  the  Lord; 
And  practife  what  you  know, 

O  HYMN 


(     158    } 
HYMN        CXXXII. 

The  Christian  Armour. 

l-   /^  IRD  thy  loins  up,  chriftian  foldier, 

V_X  Lo!  thy  Captain  calls  thee  out; 
Let  the  danger  make  thee  bolder ; 

War  in  weaknefs,  dare  in  doubt  : 
Buckle  on  thy  heav'nly  armour, 

Patch  up  no  inglorious  peace  : 
Let  thy  courage  wax  the  warmer, 

As  thy  loes  and   fears  infcreafe, 

2.  Bind  thy  golden  girdle  round  thee, 

Truth  to  keep  thee  firm  and  tight ; 
Never  fhall  the  foe  confound  thee 

While  the  truth  maintains  thy  fight. 
Righteoufnefs  within  thee  rooted 

Mud  appear  to  take  thy  part, 
Righteoufnefs  by  G  O  D  imputed 

Is  the  breaft  plate  for  the  heart. 

3.  Shod  with  gofpel -preparation 

In  the  paths  of  promife  tread, 
Let  the  hope  of  free  falvation, 

As  a  helmet  guard  thy  head. 
When  befet  with  various  evils, 

Wield  the  Spirit's  two  edg'd  fword;' 
Cut  thy  way  thro'  hofls  of  Devils  : 

While  they  fall  before  the  Word. 

4.  But  when  dangers  clofer  threaten, 

And  thy  foul  draws  near  to  death  ; 
When  affaulted  fore  by  Satan, 

Then  objeft  the  flueld  of  faith  :  Fi'ry 


(     *59     ) 

Fi'ry  darts  of  fierce  temptations, 

Intercepted  by  thy  GOD, 
There  fhall  lofe  their  force  in  patience, 

Sheath'd  in  love,  and  quenclvd  in  blood. 

5.  Tho'  to  fpeak  thou  be  not  able, 

Always  pray,  and  never  reft ; 
Pray  Vs  a  weapon  for  the  feeble, 

Weakeft  fouls  can  wield  it  beft. 
Ever  on  thy  Captain  calling, 

Make  thv  worft condition  known; 
He  fhall  hold  thee  up  when  falling, 

Or  fhall  lift  thee  up  when  down. 

H      Y      M      N        CXXXXIII. 

1.  T_TO\V    tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 
JTl   When  JESUS  no  longer  I  fee ! 

Sweet  profpefts,  fweet  birds,  and  fweet  flow'rs^ 
Have  loft  all  their  fweetnefs  with  me  : 

The  mid-fumrner  fun  mines  but  dim, 
The  fields  drive  in, vain  to  look  gav  ; 

Beit  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleafant  as  May, 

2.  His  name  yields  the  richeft  perfume, 
And  fweeter  than  mufic  his  voice  ; 

His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 

I  mould  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wifh  or  to  fear; 

No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fummer  would  laft  all  the  year. 

O    2  Q.  c 


f  160  ) 

3.  Content  wi*h  beholding:  his  face, 
^  My  all  to  his  pleasure  reftgriU; 
No  changes  of  feafon  or  place, 

VV  oUla  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  bleft  with  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
AueJprifons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  J  E  S  U  S  would  dwell  with  me  there 

4,  Dear  LORD,  if  indeed,  lam  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  fong; 
Say,  why  do  I  languifh  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  fo  long  ? 
O  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  fky, 

Thy  foul-chearing  prefence  reftore ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more, 

HYMN         CXXXIV. 

*•   T>  EJOICE,  the  LORD  is  King, 

.XV.  Your  GOD  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  fing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 

Rejoice ;  again  I  fay,    Rejoice  ! 

2.  J  E  S  U  S  the   S  A  V  I  O  U  R  reigns, 
The  G  O  D  of  truth  and  love ; 

When  he  had  purg'd  our  ftains, 
He  took  his  feat  above : 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice  ;   again  I  fay,  Rejoice. 


His 


(     i6i     ) 

3.  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
e  keys  of    death  and  hell 
Are  to  our     JESUS    giv'n : 

up    your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice ;  again  I  fay,    Rejoice. 

4.  He  fits  at  G  O  D's  right  hand, 
Till  all  his  foes  fubmit 

And  bow   to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice; 

Rejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  Rejoice. 

5.  He  all  his  fees  fhall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  fins  deftrov  , 

And  ev'ry  bofom  fwell 

With  pure  feraphic  joy : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,    lift  up  ?our  voice : 

Rejoice ;  again  I  fay.  Rejoice. 

6.  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
JESUS    the   Judge  fhalT  come, 

And  take  his  fervants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  foon  fhall  hear  th'  Arch-angel's  voice, 

The  trump  of  G  OD  fhall  found,  Rejoice. 

H      Y     M     N         CXXXV. 

RCY  COMES  TO  THE   MISERABLE 


C 


AN  we  behold  without  amaze 

Our  dear   REDEE  M  E  R's    love  ? 


Moll  llloua  arc    all  his    \vti 

His  goodnefs  (bines  above. 

O  2 


(     tto     ) 

5.  To  mortal  worms  he  (hows  his  grace, 

And  makes  his  mercies  known ; 
On  us  the   glories  of  his  face 

Moll  wond  roufly  have  Ihone, 

3.  'Tis  of  his  mercy  that  we  live, 

And  favours  thus  poffefs  ;  * 

'Tis  mercy  freely  doth  us  give 
The    gift  of    righteoufhefs. 

4.  Mercy  doth  tc  trfe  Wod&lefs  come, 
Or  we  could  not  receive  ; 

In  the  REDEEMER  there  is  room 
For  tinners  who  believe. 

g.    Mercy  refpe&s  mere'wretchednefs, 

And  perfect  miferv  ; 
CHRIST  liv'd,  dy'd,  rofe,  poor  men  to  blefs. 

And  fet  the  helplefs  free. 

HYMN       CXXXVL 

The  same. 

1.  A  yT^  R  C  Y   is  welcome  news  indeed^ 
1VJL     To  tl  fart;  ginity  fraud  : 

that  feel  whit   help  they  need, 
WjU     iefs  the  helping  hand. 

2.  Who  rightly  would  his  alms  difpofe, 
Maft  give  them  to  the  Poor  : 

None  but  the  Wounded    patient  1. 
The  comforts  of  Ins  cure. 


(     '*3    ) 

3-  Wc  aJl  I  ainfl  our  GOD; 

E  .  A\  : 

]  heavier!  load, 
ill   prize  forgi 

4.   No  rcck'ning  can  we  rightly  keep  ; 

For   who    the  Turns   can    know  ? 
Some  fou!s,are  fifty  pieces  deep  • 

And  fome  five  a  I  pwfe. 

£.    But  let  oui  be  what  they  mav7 

However  great,  or  final! ; 
As  foon  as  we  ha^,  lit  to  pay, 

Our    LORD  forgives   us  all. 

6.    Tis  perfect  poverty  alone, 

That  lets  the  fou!  at  large  ; 
While  we  can  call  one  mite  our  own,. 

We  have  no  full  difc! 


HYMN         CXXXVII. 


1.  T  TAFPY   foul!  that  hears  and  foliov/s 
±Tjl      1  K  S  US  {peaking  in  his  word : 

Paul,  and  Cephas,  arid  Apollos, 

All  a:  I         ]<  I  §   1      the   L  O  Pv  I>. 

EvYy    I  i.owc'er  diftn  I 

Shall  I  e    J  n  '.'.:  in  the  end; 
nance  a  bleffin 

E\  \\    Pj  ice    a  friend. 

2.  Chriftian  icher, 
H' 

lld'il  tl 

y   GO  D,  a  Bu 


(     i*4     ) 

n  no  man's  parts  or  merit, 
But  behold    the  gofpd  plan  : 
JESUS   fends  his  Holy  Spirit ; 
And  the  Spirit  fends  the  man. 

3.  Elefs  dear  LORD,  each  lab'ring  fervanf, 

Blefs  the  work  they  undertake ; 
Make  them  able,  faithful,  fervent  ; 

Blefs  them  for  thy  church's  fake. 
All   things   for  our   good   are    given, 

Comforts,  croffes,  ftafFs,  or  rods  ; 
All   is   ours  in  earth    and   Heaven ; 

We  are  CHRIST'S;  and  CHRIST  is  GOD's- 

H     Y     M     N       CXXXVIIL 

Temptation. 

2.  "VT^   tempted  fouls,  rcPiecT: 

X      Whofe  name  'tis  you  profefs  ;;. 

Your  matter's  lot  you  mull  expect, 
Temptations  more  or  lefs. 

2.  Dream  not  of  faith  fo  cl^ar 

As  ihurs  all  doubting  out; 
Remember  Satan  once  could  dare 

To  tempt  ev-n  CHRIST  to  doubt. 

3.  "  If  thou'rt  the  Son  of  GOD, 

(O,  what  an  I  F  was  there  !) 
"  Thefe  ftones  here  fpeak  them  into  food, 
"  And  make  that  fonfhip  clear.-'" 

4.  View  that  amazing  fcene  ! 

Say,  could  the  tempter  try  To 


To  fnake  a  tree  fo  found,  fo  green  ? 
Good  GOD,    defend  the  dry. 

£.   Think  not  he  now  will  fail 

To  make  us  Ihrink  and  droop  ; 
Our  faith  he  daily  will  aifail, 

And  dafh  curve.  e. 

6.  That  impious  I  F  he  thus 

At  GOD  Incarnate  threw, 
No  wonder  if   he  call  at  Us, 
And  make  us  feel  it  too. 

7.  To  caufe  defpair's  the  fcope 

Of  Satan  and  his  pow'rs  ; 
Againfl  hope  to  believe  in  hope, 
My  brethren,    mull  be  ours. 

8.  Buts,  Ifs,    and  Hows  are  huiTd, 

To  fink  us  with  the  gloom 
Of  al!  that's  difmal  in  this  world, 
Or  in  the  world  to  come. 

9.  But  here's  our  point  of   reft; 

Tho'  hard  the  batrle  feem, 
Our  captain  flood  the  fi'rv  tell, 
And  we  (hall  ftarid  thro'  him. 

II    Y    :,[    N       CXXXIX. 

New  Year's  Day. 

i.  /^VXCE  more  the  conftant  fun,  revolving  round 

V^/  his  fphere, 

His  Ready  dourfe-has  run.  and  brings  another  year  : 

'Ho 


(     *66     ) 

He  rifes,  fets,  but  goes  not  back; 
Nor  ever  quits  his  deftin'd  track. 

2.  Hence  let  believers  learn  to  keep  a  forward  pace; 
Be  this  our  main  concern,  to  finifh  well  our  race. 
BackfliJings  fhun,  with  patience  prefs 
Towards  the  fun  of  righteoufnefs. 

3.  Whatnowfhallbeourtafk?  or  rather  what  our  pray  'r? 
What  good  thing  {hall  we  afk,  to  profper  this  new  year? 
With  one  accord  our  hearts  we'll  lift ; 

And  afk  our  LORD  fome  new-year's  gift. 

4.    No   trifling    gift  or    fmall    fhould    friends  of 

C  H  R I  S  T  defire  ; 
Rich  L  OR  D,  beftow  on  all  pure  gold,  well  try'd 

by  fire ; 
Faith  that  ftands  faft,  when   devils  roar  ; 
And  love  which  lafts  for  evermore. 

HYMN         CXL. 

The    Prodigal. 

1.  "^T  O  ^r  f°r  a  wond'rous  fong  ! 
X^l    (Keep  diftance  ye  profane, 

Be  filent  each  unhallow'd  tongue  ; 
Nor  turn  the  truth  to  bane.) 

2.  The  prodigal's  return'd, 

Th'  apoftate  bold  and  bafe ; 
That  all  his  father's  counfels  fpurn'd, 


And  lonir  abus'd  his  urace. 


3.  What 


(     ^7    ) 

g.  What  treatment  fince  he  came? 

Love  tenderly  exprefs"d: 
What  robe  is  brought  to  hide  his  flume  ? 

The  bed,  the  very  beft. 

4.  Rich  food  the  fervants  bring; 

Sweet  mufic  charms  his  ears  : 
See  what  a  beauteous  coftly  ring, 
The  beggar's  finger  wears  ! 

5.  Ye  elder  fons,  be  Hill ; 

Give  no  bad  paflion  vent, 
My  brethren,  'tis  our  father's  will, 
And  you  mufl  be  content. 

6.  All  that  he  has  is  yours  ; 

Rejoice  then,   not  repine  : 
That  love  that  all  your  ftates  fecures, 
That  love  has  alter'd  mine. 

7.  Good  GOD,  are  thefe  thy  ways? 

If  rebels  thus  are  freed, 
And  favour'd  with  peculiar  grace, 
Grace  mull  be  free  indeed. 

H     Y    M    N    CXLI. 

Saving  Faith. 

i-    /THI  H  E  finner  that  truly  believes, 

X      And  truils  in  his  crucify 'd  GOD, 
His  juftification  receives, 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood  : 

Tho' 


168    ) 

Tho'  thoufands'and  thoufands  of  foes, 

Againft  him  in  malice  unite, 
Their  rage  he  through  CHRIST  can  oppofr, 

Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight, 

2.  The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 

And  brings  fuch  falvation  as  this, 
Is  more  than  mere  notion,  or  name, 

The  work  of  G  O  D's  Spirit  it  is  : 
A  principle*  aftive  and  young, 

That  lives  under  preflure  and  load  ; 
That  makes  out  of  weaknefs  more  (trong, 

And  draws  the  foul  upward  to  GOD. 

3.  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell ; 

It  vanquishes  death  and  defpair  ; 
And  (what  is  ftill  ftranger  to  tell) 

It  overcomes  Heaven  by  pray'r  ; 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  duft, 

With  G  O  D  to  commune  as  a  friend, 
To  hope  his  forgivenefs  as  juft, 

And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 

4.  It  fays  to  the  mountains  Depart, 

That  ftand  betwixt  GOD  and  the  foul : 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  their  fore  confciences  whole ; 
Bids  fins  of  a  crimfon  like  dye, 

Be  fpotlefs  as  fnow,  and  as  white, 
And  makes  fuch  a  (inner  as  I 

As  pure  as  an  Angel  of  Light. 

HYMN 


H     Y     M    N       CXLII. 

The  Outcasts  of  Israel. 

x.    T     ORD,  pity  outcafts  vile  and  bafs, 
JL^J  The  pour  dependants  on  thy  grace, 

faints  withftood, 

For  these  too  bad,  for  those  too  good, 
Condemned,   or  fhun'd  by  all. 

2.    Tho'  faithful  Abr'ham  us  rejecl, 
And  tho'  his  ranfom'd  race,    cU 

A -rree  to  give  >  j 

Thou  art  our  Father,   and  thy  name 
From  everlaAing  is  I  .e  ; 

On  that  we  build  our  hope. 

H     Y     M     N       CXLIII. 

C II R  I  st's   Sjb  s u  r r  ect I  o  k. 

i.  T  T  PR  I  SING  from  the  darkfome  tomb 

\^J    See  the  victorious  Jefus  come  ! 
Th'  Almighty  prisoner  quits  the  pris'n, 
And  angels  tell,   the  Lord  is  ris'n  : 

Angels,   angels,   angels,  angels, 

Angels  tell  the  Lord  is  ris?n. 

2.     Believers,   hail  your  rifing  Head  ; 
The  firlt  begotten  from  the  dead ; 
Your  retun  re,  thro'  his, 

To  endlefs  life,   and  llefs  blifs: 

idlefs,  endlefs, 

llcfs  blifs. 
P  HYMN 


I     «7°     ) 
II     V     M     N      CXLIV. 

Christ   the  believer's  All. 

l.    T    AMB   of  GOD,  we  fall  before  thee, 

JLrf     Humbly  trusting  in  thy  crofs  ; 
That  alone  be  all  our  glory, 

All  things  elfe  are  dung  and  drofs, 
Thee  we  own  a  perfect  Saviour ; 

Only  fource  of  all  that's  good  : 
EvVy  grace  and  ev'ry  favour, 

Come  to  us  thro'  JESU's  blood. 

2.  JESUS  gives  us  true  repentance, 
By  his  Spirit  fent  from  Heav  n ; 

JESUS  whifpers  this  fweet  fentence, 
"   Son,   thy  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  !" 

Faith  he  gives  us  to  believe  it  : 

Grateful  hearts  his  love  to  prize. 

Want  we  wifdom  ?  he  mufl  give  it ; 
Hearing  ears,  and  feeing  eyes. 

3.  JESUS  gives  us  pure  affections; 
Wills  to  do  what  lie  requires : 

Makes  us  follow  his  directions ; 

And  what  he  commands  infpires. 
All  our  pray'rs,  and  all  our  praifes 

Rightly  ofFer'd  in  his  name, 
He  that  dictates  them,    is  JESUS;  . 
'He  that  anfwers,  is  the  fame. 

4.  ■  When  we  live  on  JESU's  merit, 
Then  we  wormip  Go  I  aright; 

Father,  Son,   and  Holy  Spii 
Tlttg  we  gly  unite. 


(      '7*     J 

Hear  the  whole  conclufion   of  it  • 
Orcat  or  good  whate  er  we  call 

^Chnft,  or  Prieit;  or  Prophet 
JESUS   CHRIST  i,  all  in  all. 

H     Y    M    X      CXLV. 

Faith   a.vd  Repe.vtaxce.. 

-•  pSUSisourGod;  and  Saviour,  " 
f  .;  truide,  and  counfelle'r,  and  friend 
Bcanng  all  our  mjftehaviour 

K';H  and  loving  to  the  c 

iftjun,  he  yuTnot  decei 

He  will  never,  never  leave  us, 
Unlefs  we  do   firii  leave  him. 

2.  View  him  in  the  doleful  garden  ; 
View  him  on  the  blood . 

Dearly  purchafing  a  pardon, 

For  his  people  full  and  free. 
View  him  now  in  heaven  fitting, 

Interceding  for  us  there, 
Not  a  moment  intermitting 

His  compaflion  and  his  care. 

3,  Nothing  but  thy  blood,   O  JESU 
Cati  relieve  us  from  our  fmart  ; 

ling  elfe  from  guilt  releafe  us; 
Nothing  elfe  can  melt  the  htv 
Law  terrors  do  but  harden, 

All  the  white  th 
But  a  fenfe  Aon 

Soon  did 

P 


.      Tls  a  fafe,  tW  deep  cnr.punfuon, 

Thy  repenth  :  i 

Love  and  grief  co  '• 

>th  to  •  '  liea" 

elefs  to  tlv  r 
And  repentance  • 
Is  a  ibre,  that  never  healing 
■s  and  rankles  unto  dea 

■**>]  e  thefov'reign  good ; 

Love,  and  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 
Gorne  to  us  thro'  thine  own  blood  : 

-  'n; 

Freely  thou  delights  to  give    them, 
To  the  needy  who  have  none. 

6.     Teach  us*   by  thy  patient  Spirit, 

How  to  mourn,  and  not  defpaif: 
Let  us,   leaning  on  thy  merit, 

Wreftle  hard  with  God  in  pray'r. 
Whatfoe'er  afflictions  feize  us, 

They  fhall  profit,   if  not  pleafe ; 
But  defend,   defend  us,   JESUS, 

From  fecurity  and  eafe. 

•?,     Softly  to  thy  garden  lead  us, 

To  behold  thy  bloody  fweat : 
Tho'  thou  from  the  curie  hafl  freed  us, 

Let  us  not  the  cofl  forget : 
Be  thy  groans  and  cries  rehcarfed 

By  the  Spirit,    in  our  ears, 
Till  we,  viewing  whom  we've  pierced, 

Mel:  in  fympathetic  tears.  HYMN 


C    *73    ) 
HYMN      CXLVL 

1.  /^OME  ye  Chriftians,    fiftg  the  praifes 
V^y     Of  your  condefcending  GOD; 

Come,  and  hymn  the  holy  JESUS,  / 

Who  hath  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood. 
We  are  poor,   and  weak,  and  filly, 

And  to  ev'rv  evil  prone ; 
Yet  our  JESUS  loves  us  freely, 

And  receives  us  for  his  own. 

2.  Tho'  we're  mean  in  man's  opinion, 
CHRIST  hath  made  us  priefts  and  kings: 

Pow'r,  and  glory,   and  dominion 

To  the  Lamb,  the  finner  fings. 
Leprous  fouls,  unfound  and  filthy, 

Come  before  him  as  vou  are ; 
Tis  the  fick  man,  not  the  healthy, 

Needs  the  good  phyfician's  care. 

3.  Hear  the  terms  that  never  vary; 
"  To  repent,  and  to  believe  ;:> 

Both  of  thefe  are  neceffary, 

Both  from  JESUS  we   receive: 
Would'ft  thou  be  a  Chriftian  ?  ponder 

Thefe  in  thine  impartial  mind ; 
And  let  no  man  put  afunder 

What  the  LORD  has  wifely  joinU 

4.  Oh  !    beware  of  fondly  thinking 
God  accepts  thee  for  thy  tears ; 

Are  the  fhip-wreck'd  fav'd  by  finking  ? 
Can  the  ruin'd  rife  by  fears  ? 

P  3  Oh! 


(   m   ) 

Oh!   beware  of  truft  ill-grounded? 

?Tis  but  fancv'd  faith  at  moft, 
To  be   cur'd,   and  not  be  wounde'd ; 

To  be  fav'd  before  you're  loft. 

5.     No  big  words  of  empty   talker 

No  dry  doftrine  will   fuffice ; 
Broken  hearts,  and  humble  walkers, 

Thcfe  are  1    TESU'seves: 

Tinkling,  founds  of  difputationr 

Naked   knowledge  ail  are  vain; 
Ev'rv  foul  that  gains  falvation 

Muft.   and  fiiall  be   born  again* 

H     Y     M     N       CXLVIL 

1.  ET  us  afk  th'  important  quefiion. 
X-J     (Brethren  be  not  too   feeui 

What  it   is  to  be  a  Chriilian  ? 

How  we  1  r  heart  re  ? 

Vain  is  all  our  belt  -devi'iiou. 

If  on  falfe  foundations  built ; 
True  religion's  more  than  notio 

Something  muft  be  known  arid  fclfc 

2.  'Tis  to  truft,  bur 

In  his  blood  I 
'"Tis  to  hop 

Th-)'  we  feel  it  rife  within  : 
To  believe  that  all  is  finim'd, 
luch  remains  t'  e 
Find  the  d  itiminiih 

Yet  to  hold   deli  re. 


3.  'Tis 


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3.     'Tis  to  credit  con  traditions  ; 

Talk  with  him  one  never  fees ; 
Cry  and  groan  beneath  afFliftions, 

Yet  to  dread  the  thoughts  of*  eafe 
5Tis  to  feel   the  ;  ift  us, 

Yet  the  vifi'rv  hope  to  gain  : 
To  believe  that  CHRIST  has  cleans'd  r 
leprofy  remain. 

'Tis  to  hear  the  II  :it 

to  fecret  prav'r ; 
rejoice  in  JESL  1  if, 

Yet  continual  fon  ar: 

receive  a  full  rerniffion 
our  G 

h  (ore  contriti 
mercy  c  >ur. 

5.  (led fa  ft  in  beli( 

Yet  to  tremble,  fear,   and  qua!;e  ; 
Ev'ry  moment  i  e  reo 

Si  tys  weal 

To  b?  fighting,  fleeing,  turning, 

.   yet  to  fwiin  ; 
To  conver 

Foi 

H     Y     I  CXLVIIl. 

Fo  I'M  AS. 

j.     AS   fhephferds  in  Je\* 

JLJl 


(   *fi   ) 

An  angel  from  Heaven  prefented  to  fight. 
And  thus  he  accofted  the  watchers  by  night ; 
Difpel  all  your  forrows,   and  baniih  your  fears. 
For  Jefus  your  Saviour  in  Jewry  appears. 

2.  Tho'  Adam  the  firft  in  rebellion  was  found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground ; 

Yet  Adam  the  fecond  appears  to  retrieve 
The  lofs  you  fuftain'd  by  the  Devil  and  Eve- 
Then  fhepherds  be  tranquil  this  inftant  arife, 
Go  vifit  your  Saviour,  and  fee  where  he  lies. 

3.  A  token  I  leave  you,  whereby  you  may  find 
This  heavenly  ftranger,   this  friend  to  mankind ; 
A  manger's  his  cradle,   a  flail  his  abode, 

The  oxen  are  near  him,  and  blow  on  your  God. 
Then  fhepherds  be  humble,  be  meek,  and  lie  low, 
For  Jefus  your  Saviour's  abundantly  fo. 

4.  This  wonderful  ftory  fcarce  cool'd  on  the  ear, 
Wiien  thoufands  of  angels  in  glory  appear; 
They  join  in  the  concert,   and  this  was  the  theme, 
All  glory  to  God,  and  good  will  towards  men. 
Then  fhepherds    ftrike  in,  join  your  voice  to   the 

choir, 
And  catch  a  few  fparks  of  celeftial  fire. 

5.  Hofanna !  the  angels  in  extacy  cry, 
Hofanna  !  the  wondering  fhepherds  reply ; 
Salvafion,   redemption,  are  center'd  in  one, 

.  All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  Son. 

Then  fhepherds,   adieu,  we  commend  you  to  God; 
%  Go  vifit  the  Son  in  his  humble  abode. 

6.  To 


(    m    ) 

6.  To  Bethlehem  city  the  (hephe 

mat  ion  of  what  thev  had  heard  ; 
nerd  tl  >le  with  t  fo  ci 

njdpMge   it 

ii    y    : :    :: 

i.  /^tOIvIE,  ig, 

V^/  Help  us  thy  name  to  fin 
Help  us  to  praife  ! 

all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 

ne,   and  reign  over  us, 

r    OF     DAYS. 

2.  JESUS,  our  LORD,    arife, 

emies, 

l  fall ! 
Let  thine  ;  v  aid 

Our  fure  defence  he  made. 
Our  funis  i  be  ftay'd  : 

LORD,   hear  our  call! 

3.  Come,  thou  I  d, 

"Gird  on  thy  n 
O 

v   (  wine, 


178 


4.  Come,   holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facred  witnefs  bear 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  pow'r ! 

,5.  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
Eternal  praifes  be, 

Hence-— evermore  ! 
His  fovreign  Majefty 
May  we  in  glory  fee,- 
And  to  eternity, 

Love  and  adore. 


H     Y     M     N     CL.         Psalm   17. 

1.  T    O  RD,  I  am  thine;   but  thou  wilt  prove 
1  j  My  faith,   my  patience,   and  my  love  : 
When  men  of  fpight  again  ft  me  join, 

They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 


2.  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below, 
;  Fis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 

'Tis  3]]  they  feek ;  they  take  their  Chares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 
L  O  R  D,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  ni 
I  {hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  Hand  compleat  in  rightcoufnefs. 


4.   This 


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4.  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhc- 

But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  Gncere  ; 

When  (hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5.  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bled  abode  ! 

I  (hall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ! 
And  flelh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pictures  of  the  foul. 

6.  My  flefh  fiiall  fl umber  in  the  ground, 

Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  ; 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprize, 

id  in  my  SAVIOUR'S  image  rife. 

H     Y     M     N         CLI. 

Praise    to   God  through   the    whole 
of    our  existence. 

1.  /^  O  D  of  my  life,   thro'  all  my  days, 

VJT   My  grateful  pow'rs  would  found  thy  praife  ; 
The  fong  (hall  wake  with  op'ning  light, 
An  le  to  the  filent  night. 

2.  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  reft, 

And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breafr, 
Thy  tuneful  praife  I'll  raife  on  high, 

And  check  the  murmur,  and  the  figh. 

3.  When  death  o'er  nature  fiiall  prevail, 

And  ail  the  pow'rs  of  la  e  fail ; 

thro'  my  (  s  ihail  break, 

And  n  .5  I  cannot  fpeak, 

4.   I 


4.  But  O!  when  that  lift  c.csnfli£i'$  0' 

Wi  tat  glad  accents  {hall  I  ri1 

To  join  the  mafic  of  tht  fkj 

'hall  I  learn  th'  ex  is, 

lich  echo  thro'  the  he 
uiknov, 
The  g!  {  Seraphs  round  th  tie. 

II       Y       M       N         CLII. 

A  welcome  to  Christian  Friends. 

1    XT'  INDRED  in  CHRIST,  for  hi.  dear 
X\w  A  hearty  welcome  here  nefcei  /e  ; 

her  now  partake  - 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give ! 

2.  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  gi\  'n, 

To  know  the  SAVIOUR's  precious  name  ; 
And  fliortly  we  (hall  u, 

Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end,  the  fame. 

3.  May  he,  by  whofe  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our   communications  fweet, 

And  caufe  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  ! 

4.  F 

When  Ghnftians  ice  ea<  lis; 

We  on! 

W  ror  us, 


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5.   We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  faid, 
And  fuffer'd  for  us  here  below  ;  % 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now, 

€.  Thus,  as  the  mo?nents  pafs  awav, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder  and  adore. 

.LORD,  haften  on  the  glorious  c 

When  we  fhall  meet  to  part  no  more! 

HYMN         CLIII. 

To  the  Holy  Ghost. 

i.QTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit ftav; 

O   Tho'  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite 
Call  not  a  finner  quite  awav, 

Nor  take  thine  everlafting  flight. 

2.  Tho'  I  have  mod  unfaithful  been 

Of  all,  whoe'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 

Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd: 

3.  ButO!  the  .chief  of  Tinners  fpare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  high  Prieft ; 
Nor  in  thv  righteous  anger  fwear 

T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft. 

4.  If  yet  thou  canft  my  fins  forgive, 

Ev  n  now  OLORD,   relieve  my  woe* : 
Me  to  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  blefs  me  with  a  calm  repofe. 


Ev'n 


(       »«*      ) 

$.  Ev'n  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 
And  raife  m«*by  thy  gracious  hand ; 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 

And  bring  me  to  the  promif'd  land. 

H    Y    M    N         CLIV. 

IS  THIS  THY  KINPNESS  JO  THY   FRIEND? 

1.  T)OOR,  weak,  and  worthlefs  though  I  am, 

JL     I  have  a  rich  Almighty  Friend ; 
JESUS,  the  SAVIOUR,   is  his  name, 
He  loves  me  freely  without  end, 

ft.  He  ranfom'd  me  from  hell  with  blood, 
And  by  his  pow'rrny  foes  controull 'd|~ 

He  found  me  wand'ring  far  from  GOD, 
And  trough^  me  to  his  chpfen  fold, 

3.  He  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  fupplies, 

And  fays  that  I  fhall  lhortly  be 
Enthron'd  with  him  above  the  fkies, 

Oh  J  what  a  Friend  is  C  H  R  I  S  T  to  me  ! 

4.  But  ah !  my  inward  fpirit  mourns  ! 

(And  well  mine  eyes  with  tears  may  fwim) 
To  think  of  my  perverfe  returns ; 

I've  been  a  faithlefs  friend  to  hirn, 

5.  Often  my  gracipus  Friend  I  grieve, 

Neglecl,  diftruft,  anddifobey; 
And  often  Satan's  lies  believe, 

Sooner  th%n  aU  4ny-  Friend  can  fay. .  .  .  . 

6.  He 


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6.  He  bids  me  always  freely  come, 

And  promifes  whate'er  I  afk  ; 
But  I  am  ftraiten'd,  cold,  and  dumb. 
And  count  my  privilege  a  talk. 

7.  Before  the  world  that  hates  his  courfe, 

My  treach'rous  heart  has  throbb'd  with  fhamc ; 
Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applaufe, 
I  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 

8.  Sure  were  not  I  mofl  vile  and  bafe, 

I  could  not  thus  my  Friend  requite, 
And  were  not  He  the  G  O  D  of  grace, 

He'd  frown  and  fpurn  me  from  his  fight. 

HYMN       ^CLV. 

1.  HPHYlove,  O  JESUS!  is  a  them* 
JL     That  never  never  fhall  grow  old ; 

That  love  which  doth  from  fin  redeem 

Is  new  ten  thoufand  times  thrice  told. 

«.  Thy  love  makes  us  countall  things  lofs, 

To  fcorned  poverty  gives  charms  ; 
Makes  martyrs  bold,  e'en  on  the  crofs, 

And,    finging  triumph,  reach  thy  arms. 

3.  When  thy  love  glows  upon  the  heart 

Difgrace  forgets  her  (hocking  name  ; 
Affliftions  lofe  their  deadly  fmart, 
And  patience  fmiles  amidft  the  flame  : 

4.  Salvation  founds  from  racks  and  (lakes, 

Hope  blunts  the  f word's  devouring  edge ; 

Q  a  Severeft 


(     i«4     ) 

Severeil  torture  jcy  partakes 

Of  heav'nly  bins  the  welcome  pledge. 

5  Broad  Heav'n  and  earth  fhall  fing  of  thee,. 
And  their  melodious  numbers  raife ; 

We'll  make  thy  name  remember 'd  be, 
ThJ  eternal  centre  of  all  praife. 

HYMN        CLVI. 

i.  "\JT  E  nations  hear,  'tis  Heav'n  doth  call ;: 
X     Ye  kings,  ye  Haves,  of  ev'ry  tongue,, 
Give  ear ;  the  theme  concerns  you  all  ; 
The  great  Salvation  is  my  fong. 

2.  Tis  not  for  this  or  t'other  realm, 

Tis  no  men  mean  contracted  fcheme : 
JLet  ev'ry  tongue  adopt  the  Pfalm, 

The  common  fafety  is  my  theme. 

3.  The  grand  deliverance  then  difplay'd, 

By  GO  D's  dear  Son,  the  prince  of  peace, 
When  rifmg  from  the  grave,  he  (aid 
To  his  elev'n,  with  lips  of  grace  , 

4.  u  Ye  fee  1  live,  who  once  was  (lain  : 

"  Tell  all  theworld  the  gladfome  news, 
"  That  GODis  love,  and  loves  all  men, 
"  Barbarians,  Greeks,  as  well  as  Jews. 

5.  "  In  deferts,  towns,   to  ev'ry  kind, 

"  O'er  ev'iy  mountain,  ev'ry  plain, 
"  Tell  my  Salvation's  not  confin'd 
"  To  anv  rank  or  fort  of  men. 

6.  "  Speak 


(    »8s    ) 

6.  M  Speak  boldly  in  my  name  to  all ; 

"  My  word  with  equal  force  prevails 
u  On  wife,  on  fools,  on  great,  on  fmall ; 
"  The  mountains  level,  raife  the  vales. 

7.  "  Regard  not  how  the  news  will  pleafe 

"  The  fons  of  pride,  who  make  their  boaft 
"  Ofwifdom,  wealth,  and  worldly  eafe ; 
"  Nor  think  vour  labour  will  be  loft. 

i 

8.  M  Dream  not  in  all  th'  apoftate  race 

44  A  well  difpofed  heart  to  find, 
11  To  welcome,  or  improve  my  grace  ; 

44  Hope  nothing  from  the  human  mind. 

9.  "  The  great  reward  of  all  my  pain 

44  Stands  not  on  fuch  precarious  ground  ; 
"  Or  not  one  foul  would  life  obtain, 

44  And  all  my  pangs  be  fruitlefs  found. 

iz.  "  He  that  furveys  the  heart  of  man, 

44  Who  teftifies  'tis  only  ill, 
u  Woul'd  ne'er  have  form'd  this  faving  plan 

"  On  ought  depending  on  his  will ; 

11.  Yet  G  O  D  in  mercv  purpos'd  hath, 

"  (And  GOD's  Salvation  ftandeth  fure) 
44  To  blefs  all  nations  ;   and  my  death 

"  Hath  made  their  blefTednefs  fecure. 

12.  M  All  my  redeem'd  furc  mercies  boaft, 
44  For  fo  his  will  that  fent  me  is, 

14  That  tii  ;ave  me  be  not  loft, 

••  B   t  raisJd  at  laft  to  endlefs  blifs." 

Q  3  13.  The 


f  186  ) 

*3  The  grace  of  GOD  in  JESUS  Aiowr, 
Moil  fure  Salvation  brings  along. 

4t  Salvation  to  our  G  O  D  alone/' 
Of  ev'ry  tribe  fnall  be  the  fong. 

14.  Is  any  heart  fo  black,   fo  fouf, 

Excluded  here  ?  'tis  furely  mine  : 

But  who's  that  narrow-hearted  foul 

G  O  D's  common  fafety  dares  confine? 

*5-  Who  dares  confine  it  unto  them 

Who  boaft  a  will  difpos'd  t'  embrace? 

Who  boaft  a  mind  of  better  frame, 

T'  improve  the  influence  of  his  grace  i? 

16.  Who  can  by  m~rit  GOD  prevent  ? 

Let  him  ftand  forth  for  recommence  £ 
But,  LOR  D,  to  me  for  ever  grant 
Preventing  grace  as  my  defence. 

17.  Be  that  redemption  min^  Tpray, 

Which  guilty  men  in  J  E  S  US  fee? 
That,  with  the  whole  redeenVd,  I  may 
The  praife  of  all  afcribe  to  thee.. 


HYMN     CLVII. 


1.  A"V  WHAT  mail  I  do  my  SAVIOUR  to  praife>i 
V_>/  So  faithful  and  true,  fo  plenteous  in  grace, 

So  ftrong  to  deliver,    fo  good  to  redeem 
The  weakefi  believer  that  hangs  upon  him. 

2.  How 


(     »«7    ) 


t.  How  happy  the  man  whofe  heart  is  fet  free! 

The  people  that  can  be   joyful  in  ^hee! 
Their  jov  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  ftill  they  are  talking  of  JESUS's  Vacc- 

3.  Their  daily  delight  fhall  be  in  thy  name  ; 

Thev  fhV'l  as  theii  right  thy  righteoufnefs  claim  ;     - 
Thv  rigliteoufneta  wearing,  and  cleanf'd  by  thy  blood, 
Bold  ihall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  GOD^ 

4.  For  thou  art  jheir  boaft  their  glory  and  pow?r; 
And  I  alfo  trull  to  fee  the  glad  hour, 

My  foul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead, 
The  day  of  falvation  that  lifts  up  my  head. 

5.  Yes,  I.  O  RD,  I  (hall  fee  theblifs  of  thine  own, 
Thy  n:cr  v  to  me  fhall  foon  be  flftadc  known  : 

For  forrou  and  fadnefs,  I   joy  fnail  receive, 
And  fnare  in  the  gladnels  of  all  that  believe. 


HYMN       CLVIII. 

If   TTE  dies!  the  friend  of  flnners  dies! 

11     Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  w6ep  around 
J^  iolenn  darknels  veils  tlie  ikies ! 

A  fudden  tre:  j  ihakes  the  ground  ! 

Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

Fork  m  who  nd  beneath  your  load! 

He  fhed  a  t'.ouiand  drops  for  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood  I 

2.  Come, 


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s.   Come,  finnerSj  view  your  Saviour  dead ; 

And  weep  around  his  lonely  tomb ! 
Your  hope,  your  joy,  your  all  is  fled, 

For  ah  !  your  Champion's  overcome  ! 
A  conflict  with  the  pow'rs  of  hell 

Your  Saviour  did  for  you  fuflain; 
He  nobly  fought,  but  ah !  he  fell ! 

Break,  hearts  of  flint !  the  Lamb  is  flain ! 

3.  Here's  love,  and  grief,  beyond  degree, 
The  LORD  of  Glory  dies  for  men! 

Bat  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 
JESUS,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

The  rifing  GOD  forfakes  the  tomb : 
(The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  rife) 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  fkies ! 

4.  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns ; 

Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monfter  death  in  chains ; 

Say ;   "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King ! 
"  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  !" 

Tiien  afk  the  monfter—  "  Where's  thy  fling? 
4*  And  where's  thy  vi£try,  boafting  grave  ?' 


H     Y    M    N.     CLIX.       Grace. 

1.   ^MAGNIFICENT  free  grace,  arife, 

iVJL     Out&ine  the  thoughts  of  mallow  man ; 
Sov'rreign,  preventing  all  furprize, 
To  him  that  neither  will'd  nor  ran. 

2.  Grand 


(     i»9    ) 

2.   Grand  as  the  bofom  whence  fliou  flow'd, 
Kind  as  the  hear:  that  gave  thee  vent 

Rich  as  the  gift  that  GOD  be'ftow'd, 
And  lovely  like  the  CHRIST  he  fent. 

g.  Sin  reigird  to  death ;  but  over  fin 
And  death,   with  more  imperial  fwa\j, 

Grace  fpreads  her  more  extenfive  reign, 
And  doth  eternal  life  convey. 

4.  For  us  Salvation  wide  difplavs 
Her   ample  all-refrefhing  wing; 

Safe  in  the  (hade,  hce  grace  we  praife, 
And  all  itspeerlels  glorias  fing* 


H     Y     M  CLX.       Mercy, 

1.    QEE  rriatchlefs  r/.crcv  fro—.  0! 

O   Dcfcend  to  rebels  ; 

5Tis  mercy  free,   tha*  vind  ; 

How  grand,  haw  gladfome  is  the  foun 


2.  White  hai  iorta!s  frbWri  ?n  I  Fret 

ifidleft  mercy  hate; 
Thro'  all  the  regions  of  the  blefr, 
at  mere 

j.  Until  we  join  the  happy  thron 
Let  boundlefs  mercy  be  our  fong  ; 

And  may  our  lives  with  fruits  ab 
To  (hew  we  know  the  joyful  found. 


HYMN 


(     *93     ) 
HYMN      CLXI. 

*.  TTE  comes!    he  comes!    the   SAVIOUR 

A  JL  comes ! 

Tremble,  O  earth,  and  burft  ye  tombs ! 
Thou  fun  in  darknefs  veil  thy  rays, 
To  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

2.  Behold,   it  comes  !  the  Judgment  conies! 
The  Judge  his  glory  now  aflumes  : 

Shout,  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  raging  waves ; 
'Tis  JESUS  comes  I  his  flock  he  faves.  * 

3.  It  comes!  it  comes  f  the  morning  comes! 
Give  up  the  fleeping  duft,    O  tombs ! 

Ye  long  forgotten  dead,  arife ; 
Meet  JESUS  coming  in  the  fkies. 

4.  Behold  it  comes !  falvation  comes  F 
Ye  tenants  of  the  dufty  rooms 
Awake,    and  fing  in  heav'nly  ftrain ; 

Say,  "  Welcome  JESUS,  come  and  reign." 

§'  It  tumca !  It  comes  !  the  kingdom  comes ! 
The  foes  of  JESUS  meet  their  dooms: 
Unmeafur'd  joys  his  people  know, 
And  welcome  him  again  below. 


1 


HYMN      CLXII. 

P  R  ID  E. 

NNUMERABLE  foes 
Attack  the  child  of  G  O  D, 


He 


(     *9<     ) 

He  feels  within  the  weight  of  fin, 
A  grievous  galling  load. 

2.  Temptations  too  without, 
Of  various  kinds,  aflault, 

Sly  fnares  befet  his  travrJing  feet, 
And  make  him  often  halt. 

3.  From  finner,   and  from  faint, 
He  meets  with  many  a  blow  : 

His  own  bad  heart  creates  him  fniart 
Which  only  GOD  cm  know. 

4.  But  thp'  the  hoft  of  hell 
Be  neither  weak  nor  fmall  : 

One  mighty  foe  deals  dang'rous  woe, 
And  hurxs  beyond  them  all, 

^.  'Tis  pride,  accurfed  pride, 

That  fpir't  by  G  O  D  abhorr'd  : 

Do  what  we  will,  it  haunts  us  itill; 
And  keeps  us  from  the  LOR  D. 

£.  It  blows  its  pois  nous  breath, 

And  bloats  the  foul  with  air ; 
The  heart  up-Hfts  with  G  O  D's  own  gifts, 

And  makes  ev'n  grace  3.  fnare. 

7.  Awake — nay  while  we  deep; 

In  all  we  think  or  fpeak, 
It  puffs  us  glad,  torments  us  fad  ; 

Its  hold  we  cannot  break. 


8.  In  other  ills  we  find 

The  band  of  Hcav'n  not  flack  ; 


Pride 


(     *92     ) 

Pride  only  knows -to  interpcfe, 
And  keep  cur  comforts  back. 

9.  'Tis  hurtful,  when  perceiv'd  : 
When  not  perceiv'd,   'tis  worfe, 

Un  feen  or  feen  it  dwells  within  ; 
And  works  by  fraud  or  force, 

10.  Againft  it's  influence  pray, 
It  mingleswith  the  pray ?r  ; 

Againft  it  preach,  it  prompts  the  fpeech ; 
Be  filent,  Hill  'tis  there. 

11.  This  moment,  while  I  write, 
I  feel  its'  pow'rrwithi;i; 

My  heart  it  draws  to  feek  applaufe. 
And  mixes  all  with  fin. 

12.  Thou  meek  .and  lowly  LAMB, 
.  This  haughty  tyrant  kill : 

That  wounded  thee,  tho}  thou  waft  free, 
And  grieves  thy  Spirit  ftill. 

13.  Our  condefcerrding  G  O  D, 
(To  whom  elfe  fhajlwe  gQ?) 

Remove  our  pride,  whatever  betide; 
And  lay  and  keep  us  low. 

14.  Thy  garden  is"  the  place, 
Where  pride  cannot  intrude  : 

For  mould  it  dare  to  enter  there, 
'Twould  foon  be  drowned  in  blood. 


.HYMN 


,(     *93    ) 


HYMN    CLXfIL 

i,   /-|"*  I  S  falfe  ;  thou  vile  accufer  go, 

X        ({  fe?  i  ;h?  th;n  difguife— ) 

Back  ic  thy  deftin'd  realms  below; 
Thou  parent  of  deceit  and  lies  I 

a.  Think  not  to  drive  my  trembling  foul , 
Laden  *irh  guilt,    to  black  defpair ; 

Hall  thou  fti  he  fac^d  roll, 

And  found  a-y  vjame  no;,  written  there  ? 

3.  Prefump'uoas  though:!  to  fix  the  bound, 
To  limit  roeicy's  foVrcigJ  r  1 

Whatc;her  nappy  fculs  hare     uco, 
I'll  fetk,  r,  .  Ifrekiu  vtin. 

4.  I  own  my  guilt,   thy  charge  confefs, 
Nor  can  try  malice  make  it  more; 

Qj  crime      >  eady  numberlcf  , 

Vain  the  a>-empt  to  (well  the  fcoiel 

5.  Set  the  bkek  lift  before  my  fight; 
While  I  remember  Jesus  cly'd, 

'Twill  only  urge  my  fp?edi^r  flight, 
To  feek  foliation  at  his  fide. 

6.  Low  at  his  feet  I'll  caft  me  down  ; 
To  him  rtv».?l  my  grief   and  fear; 

And  if  he  fporm  rrr  from  his  throne, 
I'll  be  the  fiift  lhat  per iiVd  there. 


M  H  Y  i 


(  m  J 


HYMN    CLXIV. 

t.  T  Aik'd  the  L  O  R  D  that  I  might  grow 
X     In  faith,   and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace  ?: 
Might  more  of  his  falvation  know, 
Andfeek  more  earneltly  his  face. 

12.  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray  ^ 

And  he,  I  trull,  has  anfwer'd  pray'r : 
But  it  has  been  in  fuch  a  way 

As  almoft  drove  me  to  deipair. 

3.  I  hop'd  that  in  fome  favour'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  grant  me  my  requeft; 

And,  by  his  love's  conftraining  pow'r^ 
Subdue  my  fins,  and  give  me  reft. 

4.  Inftead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 
;    Affault  my  foul  ;n  cv'ry  part. 

5.  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  fecnVi 
Intent  so  aggravate  my  woe: 

Crofs'd  all  the  fair  defigns  I  fchem'd, 
Blafted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6.  LORD,  why  is  this  ?    I  trembling  cry'dj 
Wilt  thou  purfue  thy  worm  to  death? 

.'Tis  in  this  way,  the  LO  RD  reply'd, 
I  anfwer  pray'r  for  grace  and  faith. 

7.  Thefe  inward  trials  I  employ 
From  felf  and  pride  to  fet  thee  free, 

To  break  thy  fchemts  of  worldly  joy, 
That  thou  may'ft  fe*k  thy  AL  L  in  me. 

HYMN 


(     195     ) 


HYMN    CLXV. 

i.  TTT  HAT  trumpet's  this  that  founds 

VV     Such  glorio  s  liberty, 
To  finners  through  the  blood  of  Christ, 
And  why  not  then  for  me: 

2.  Jesus  ey'd  to  redeem 
Poor  finners,  and  fee  free 

The  worftof  traitors  by  his  bloo3, 
And  therefore  why  not  roc  ? 

3.  Christ  dy'u  to  bring  to  God 
Such  that  at  diftance  be; 

The  jmfkfor  the  Ur.juft  did  die; 
And  why  not  then  for  me  ? 

4.  The  G  >fpel  holds  forth  Christ  r 
To  fuch   that  iinners  be  ; 

Yea,  free  redemption  by  his  bloody 
Why  therefore  not  to  me? 

5.  God  did  commend  his  love 
To  iuch  that  finners  be  ; 

Yea,  Christ  for  the  ungodly  4fd, 
And  why  not  die  for  me  i 

6.  Christ  dy'd  for  enemies, 
'Gunft  God  that  rebels  be  ; 

And  peace  by  blood  for  all  is  made; 
And  why  not  then  for  me  ? 

7.  There's  7ighteoufnefs  in  Christ, 
M^ft    infinitely  f/ce, 

F*r  needy  finners  which  was  wrought; 
And  why  not  then  for  me  ? 

M  2  |.  AajJ 


(     >9«    I 

$,   And  in  this  righteoufnefs 

Sinners  angels  outfhine  ; 
It  covers  all  their  fouled  fpcts, 

And  why  not  cover  mine? 

9.  So  that  God's  holy  eye 

No  <V   s  id  them  can  fee; 
This  g:  tient  whhe  it  fhines  fo  bright; 

Auu  wiiy  not  (hine  on  me  ? 


HYMN     CLXVI. 

*'  T?   *^'  Ziony  fhir:e,  thy  light  is  come, 

XV   The  g^Ciious  day's  begun  ; 
Theft  beams  we  fre.fqb  flight  ;bat  be, 

Da*t  fiom  the  glorious  fun, 

2.  Of  ''gVitPOufnefs,  that  rifing  is ; 

1  h  ;th  d*wn  apace  ; 

The  fongi  of  praife  we  hear  a  days 

O.  Christ,  and  his  free  grace  ; 

3     \ri  tofceni  plain,  the  Lamb  onc*i!ain 

a.  h  fl  1  ilig  to  his  throne  ; 
The  b    &<-  doth  fftgf  Come,  hafte  avvay> 

My  dear  beloved  one, 

4.  The  fainia  rej  ice,  ihe  turtle's  voice 
Is  heard  within  our  land ; 

The  hundred  forty  four  thou/and 
Sftall  loon  with  Jesus  Hand. 

5.  And  they  fhall  fing,  to  Chiust  their  King, 
Their  (ongs  in  fuch  a  drain, 

That  learn  can  ncne  but  thott  alone 
Who  with  the  Lord  fhail  reign. 

6.  Yq 


t   197  > 

6.  Ye  taoght  ones  of  the  Lord,  fiog  praife 
To  th'  Lamb  the  throne  opoj  ; 

'T'n  only  he  taught  >ou  ar:d  ~ 
To  fing  the  Lamb's  new  fong; 


HYMN     CLXVII. 

1.  TT/HY  fhoald  the  nations  angry  be: 

V V     Whit  noife  is  this  we  hear? 
The  gofpel  >.ak£t  away   their  Gods, 
Ai*d  that  thty  cannot  bear. 

2.  The  exaltation  of  the  Lamb, 
Wkore  glory's  (hieing  forth, 

Hath  thefe  tamultuous  noifes  made, 
And  made  the  people  wroth. 

$•  The  feints  begin  to  fpeak  infach 

An  evangelic  drain, 
The  confcier.ce  of  the  Pharifee 

It  fills  with  rage  and  pain. 

4.  The   hundred  forty  four  thou/and 
In  fuch  a  ihain  do  ficg, 

That  none  but  chcien  priefh  and  kings 
Can  touch  upon  that  firing. 

*t 

5.  Come,  faints,  fcrike  up  your  fongs  of  prajfe, 
Though  Men  and  Deviis  join  ; 

rl     .  Scphe  and  Pharifee  alio 
1  o^cthcr  do  combine  ; 

6    'Tis  all  io  vain,  the  Lamb  was  flain, 

d  lives  for  erermore  ; 
We  mrrefne  fing  unto  our  King, 

A^dalw^vs  him  adore. 

JI  Y  M  N 


(    i9S     ) 

HYMN     CLXVIII. 

1.  TTN  O  E  S  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move,  / 
JL7     To  think  of  Ifrael's  dreadful  fall  ?  j 

Who  needed  miracles  to  prove 

Whether  che  Lord  were  God,   or  Basil 

2.  Methinks  l  fee  Elijah  Hand, 

His  features  glow  vyith  love  and  ztal ; 
In  faith  and  pray'r  he  lifts  his  hand, 
And  makes  to  Heav'n  his  great  appeal : 

3.  "  Oh,  God,  if  I  thy  fervant  am, 
If  'tis  thy  mrffage  fills  my  heart, 

Now  glorify  thy  holy  name, 

And  fhew  this  people  who  thou  art." 

4.  He  fpokc,  and  lo,    afudden  flame 
Confum'd  the  wood,  the  duft,    the  ftone; 

The  people  ftruck,  ac  once  proclaim 

"  Tiie  Lord  is  God,  the  Lord  alone," 

5.  Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 
When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear; 

Like  him  believers,  let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  God  of  I/rael  hear. 

6.  Lord!   if  thy  fe-ventfpeaks  thy  truth, 
If  he  indeed  is  fent  by  Thee, 

Confirm  .he  word  to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  falvation  fee. 

Jr.  Now  may  the  Spirits  holy  fire 

Pierce  tv'iy  heart  that  he3rs  thy  word; 
Con  fume  each  hurtful  vain  dtfire, 

And  make  (hem  kaow  thou  an  the  Lo%v, 

HYMN 


{     *99     ) 


HYMN    CLXIX. 

i.  T    OVE  divine,  all  ioves  excelling, 

1  j  Joy  of  Heav'n,  to  earth  come  down ; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humule  dwelling, 

All  thy  jaifhful  mercies  crown  : 
Jesus,   Thou  art  all  companion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Vifit  us  with  thy  falvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2.  Breathe,    O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  ev'ry  troubled  breaft, 

Lee  us   all  in   thee  inherit, 

Let  us  had  thy  prcmis'd  reft. 
Take  away  our  pow'r  of  fianing, 

Alpha  and  Omega  b?, 
End  of  faith  ai  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3.  Come  Almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  b!  iiing, 

Serve  thee  as  thine  boft  above  ; 
Pray,  and  praife  thee,  without  ceaiiog, 

Giory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4.  Finifh  then  thjr  new  creation, 
Pure  and  fpotlcfs  let  us  be  ; 

Letmfc   hy  great  faivatian, 

Perfedly  rrfl  >r'd    by  thee  ; 
Cheng'd  from  gloiy  unto  glory, 

'Till  in    heav'n  we  uke  our  place, 
rTiU  we  caft  our  crowns  before  the?, 

Loft  in  wonder,  Jgye;  ftaU  praiic  (  HYMN 


(     too     ) 
HYMN      CLXX. 


1.  /~"\  All  Lovirg  Lamb, 
\^f   A  tinner  1  am, 

And  come  as  a  tinner  thy  mercy  to  claim. 

2.  With  joy  I  embrace 
The  pardon  and  grace 

Thy  paffion  haih  purchas'd  for  a*l  the  left  race, 

3.  For  tinners  like  me 
Thy  mercy  is  free  ; 

Q,  who  would  net  love  fuch  a  Saviour  as  thee  ? 

4.  Yet  long  I  withftood 
And  fled  from  my  God, 

But  mercy  purfu'd  with  the  cry  t,f  thy  blood] 

5.  It  challenged  its  ft:  ay, 
And  forced  me  to  (lay, 

And  wafii'd  all  my  tins  in  a  moment  away, 

6.  I  fek  it  apply'd, 
And  joyfully  cry'd, 

R'?,   me  thou  haft  iov'c,  ar.d  for  me  thou  haft  dy'd ! 

7.  How  mighty  thoa  art, 
O  Love,  to  convert ! 

Love  only  could  cor.quer  fo  ftubborn  an  heart, 

8.  Tr=e  love  of  GoD-man 
Atei ■•   could    conihu-.n 

So  fturdy  a  rebel  to  love  ihet  *gaia. 

3'  BtI* 


{       201       ) 

9-  But  Cure  at  the  laft 

Thy  goodncfs  I  tafte  ; 

My  fcul  on  thy  goodr.efs  delighted  1  caft. 

io.  T  fr  I'll  praife; 

I'll  :;  e, 

And  joyfo]  my  few  hsp-y  days. 

ii.  And  when  :by<earLove 
Me  hence  (hail  rtmor*9 
O  then  I  flxall  fing  like  the  ang#ls  above. 

12.  Yet  there  when  I  fin,     „ 
My  work  is  the  fame, 

T'  afaibe  my  faivation  to  God  and  the  Lsrnb« 

13.  Salvation  to  G^v, 
I'll    -  liblifl)  abroad, 

Aod  make  hea»cn  tu:g  wuh  the  cry  of  thy  blood; 

14.  Th*  Lamb  that  was  flain, 
'ivuj  h   a^ain, 

Ac  1  m)  jRSwa  for  ever  fruil  reign. 


HYMN    CLXXI. 

I.  Q  TILL  out  of  the  deepeft  abyfc 

j3  Of  trouble  I  mournfully  cry, 
And  pine  to  recover  my  peace, 

To  fee  my  Redeemer,  and  die. 
I  cannot,  I  cannot  forbear 

Thefe  paffionate  longings  for  home  ; 
O  when  will  my  fpirit  be  there  ? 

O  when  will  the  mefTcrgcr  come  ? 


2.  Thy 


(       202       ) 

2.  Thy  nature  I  long  to  put  on, 

Thine  image  on  earth  to  regain, 
And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down 

My  burden  of  body  and   pain  ; 
O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

And  lull  me  to  fleep  on  thy  breaft} 
Appear,  to  my  refcue  appear., 

And  gather  me  into  thy  rdh 

3.  To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in, 

The  arms  of  thy  mercy  «ifplay, 
And   give  me  to  reft  from  all  (in, 

And  bear  me  triumphant  away  ; 
Away  from  a  world  of  diftrefs, 
Away  to  the  manfions  above, 
The  heaven  of  feeing  thy  face, 
The  heaven  of  feeling  thy  1oyc» 


HYMN      CLXXII. 

At    PARTING    Of   FRIENDS 

I.  f0^  OD  of  all  confolation,  take, 
\JT  The  glory  of  thy  grace, 

Thy  gifti  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceafclefs  fongs  of  ptaife. 

Not  unto  us,  but  thee,  O  Lord, 

Glory  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
J£ox  every  gracious  though-  and  word 

That  broaght  us  nearer  Hcav'n. 


2;  Far- 


(     *°3     ) 

2.  Farthered  in  faith,  or  hope,  or  love,. 
The  praife  to  thee  we  give, 

Thy  eifis  defcending  from  above 
We  roly  can  receive  : 

The  gift,  the  grace,  the  work  is  thine* 
If  ours   the  mini  flry, 

We  bow,  <3id  b    f  tne  hand  divine,. 
AH,  all  defcends  from  thee. 

3.  Thro'  Thee  we  now  together  came, 
In  <inglenef3  of  Heart, 

We  nv -t,  O  Jesus,   in  thy  name, 
Ana  in  thy  name  we  part : 

We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind, 

Our  minds  continue  one, 
And  each  to  each  in  j  e s u s  join'd, 

We  hind  in  hand  go  on. 

4.  Sobfifh  as  in  us  all  one  foul, 
No  pow'r  can  make  u  twain, 

And  mountains  rife,  *ai  oceans  roll, 
To  (tver  us  in  vain. 

Prclent  we  dill  in  fpirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh, 
While  en  the  wings  of  faith  and  pray'* 

We  each  to  othct  fly. 

5.  With  Jesus  Christ  together  we 
In  heav'nly  pi  .ct*  fit; 

Cloth'd  with  the  fun,  we  fmile  to  fee 
The  moon  benea.h  our  feet. 

Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God  ; 

Our  lift-  (hall  loon  appear, 
And  fpread  his  glory  all  abroad. 

In  all  his  members  here. 


6.  The 


(    204    ) 

6.  The  he2v'nlv  treafure  now  we  have 
In  a  mean  huufe  of  clay, 

Which  He  fhall  to  the  utm  it  fave, 
And  guard  againfl  that  day. 

Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 
And  He  will  keep  them  ftill, 

And  you  a*d  Ifha  l  furtly  (land 
With  him  on  Zion's  hill* 

7.  Him  eye  to  eye  we  ib»re  fhall  fee, 
Our  face  like  Kis  fhall  mine. 

O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join  1 

O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there  I 

In  robes  or  white  array'd, 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  fhall  bear, 

And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

8.  Then  let  u?  lawfully  contend, 
Ard  right  «n?r  p< .fT ;  gc  through, 

Eear  in  our  fai^hfu'  m    d  the  znd, 
And  keep  the  prize  i;»  vis*: 

Thfr;  let  uj  haftfn  fo  the  day 
V.    en  all  (hall  b(  h  home; 

»?,  O  Redeemer,  t  ay! 

U  jisus,  ^lilvk'y  cornel 


HYMN 


t     *°5     ) 

HYMN    CLXXIIL 

For  the  Lord's  J*y  morning. 

1.  T    O  R  D,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear 
1  ^  My  voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  thee  wi!l  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  li/t  up  mine  eye. 

2.  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 

Prefenting  at  his  father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaint?; 

3*  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  fhali  not  Aand  ; 
Sinners  fliall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand* 

4.  But  to  thy  home  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 

And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

3.  O  may  thy  8pirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteoufaefs  ! 

Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


HYMN 


(     zpS     > 

HYMN    CLXXIV, 

Saints  dwell  in  heave* ;    or,  Christ's  afcenfion* 

f".  ^"T^JC IS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Load's, 

i      And  men  and  worms,  and  beails  and  birds; 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place, 

2.  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky. 
Who  ihall  afcend  that  bieft  abode  I 

And  dwell  (o  near  his  maktr  God  f 

3.  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Wh  fe  heart  is  pure,  whnfe  hands  are  clean;. 
JHim  ihall  the  L  *rd  the  Saviour  blefs, 
Abu  clothe  hisfoi.il  wi;h  nghteoufnefs. 

4.  Theft  are  tht  met*,  fh?  pious  race, 
Thai  feek  the  Gop  -A  Jacob's  facej 
SThc)  ihall  enjoy  the  blifsftil  fight, 

And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

5.  Rejoice  ye  mining  worlds  00  hig&* 
Behold  .;:e  king  of  glory's  nigh; 

Who  can    h,s  king  of  glory  be? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  He; 

6.  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplajr 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way; 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conqu'ror  ccmea  with  Go»  to  dwell. 

7.  Rfci'd 


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7.  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door, 
To  give  his  feints  a  blefr.  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 


HYMN     CLXXV. 
The  ^vanity  of  man  as  mortal, 

1.  '  I  ^  E  A  C  H  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

X      Thou  maker  of  my  frame; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2.  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  $ 

Man  is  bat  vanity  and  dull 

In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime.  .  > 

3.  See  the  vain  race  of  mcr'als  movt 
Like  fhsdows  o'er  the  plain, 

They  rage  and  drive,  defire  and  Iovef- 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4.  Some  wclk  in  honor's  gaudy  fhow, 
Some  d'.gfor  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftrait  ate  ittn  no  mere. 

5.  What  fhould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  thea 
From  creatures  earth  and  cult  ? 

They  make  our  cxpe&atior  s  va:n, 
And  difappoint  our  truii. 

S  2  6.  Now 


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t.  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  drfires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
'  And  make  my  God  my  all. 


HYMN      CLXXVI. 

4  peniitnt  pleading  for  pard*H. 

j.  CHEW  pity,  Lor»,  O  Lord,  forgive, 

O  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 
Areliot  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  (inner  truft  in  the*  i 

2   My  crimes  are  great,,  but  not  forpafa 
The  pow'r  and  glory  °fjby  €'»*•/. 
GreatGoD,  thy  nature  hatn  no  bound, 
So  1st  tbypard'ning  love  bs  found. 

,    O  waft  my  foul  from  ev'ry  tin, 
And  makeimy  gViliy  conkience  cletn  j 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

,    My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  coniefs 
ftA'inft  vhy  law,   againft  thy  grace » 
j£o.  fno'uld  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
lamcondemn'd,  but  thou  art  c.ear. 

i    Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  inuft  pronounce  tbeejulUn  death; 

And  if  my  foul  were  lent  whell, 
TbyrighteoBilawapprove.it  well. 

6.  Yet 


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6.  Yet  fave  a  trembling  (inner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope,  ftUl  ho/Ytng  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  oo  irnie  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  Cure  iupport  agahil  difpair. 


HYMN    CLXXVIL 

Original  and  a3ual  Jin  anfefJtiU 

1.  T     ORD,  I  am  rile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 

\  ^  And  bora  unho/y  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  ma:*  whoe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  tae  race,  ar  d  taints  us  all. 

2.  So^n  if  iw  our  infant  breath, 
The  fee                 grow  up  ror  death  ; 
Thy  law  -             r  ?  p*r(z&  heart, 

£ut  W:'redhi'u  in  ev'ry  part. 

3.  [Greftt  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
A-u  form  rey  fpiri  and  true  ; 

O  make  me   vviie  betimes,   to  fpy 
My  dinger  ajid  my  remedy,] 

> 

4.  Beh'  Id  I  fall  before  thy  face  5 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  im  w  ta  can  make  me  clean* 

Tec  iep.o:^  *  ies  deep  wilkin* 

5.  No  b'c.diog  bird,  nor  bleeding  bead, 
N^r  hyffo:   branch,  l^  fpriotciing  prieli 
Nvf  ru-  n  ng  b.ook,  nor  flood,  nor  tea. 
Can  Witih  the  difmal  Jlain  away. 


S  3  £.  }** 


(      210      ) 

6.  Jesus,  my  Gqd,  thy  blood  aloive 
Hath   pow'r  fufiicienr  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  2s  fnows 
No  JewijJj  types  could  cltanie  me  fb. 

7.  While  guile  diflurbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Ttf'vr  flefh  nor  foal  hath  reil  or  eafe  ; 

Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'niag  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 


HYMN    CLXXVIIL 

^he  b&ckjlidtr  refiored  ;  or,  repentance  and  faith  in  the 
bleed  $f  Christ. 

1.  /*~XThou  that  he^'il  when  fi fliers  cry, 

\^y  Though  a  'my  c/imes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  ~  grj  lc..,k, 
But  blot  their  mcir  ry  f.omihv  book. 

2.  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  fou.  avene  co  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  i\  wit  r  e'er  depart, 
Islur  hicie  thy  p.efence  from  my  heart. 

3.  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cafi  cut  and  b^rifh'd  from  thy  fight; 
Thine  ioly  ]ysf  my   God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fell  no  more. 

4.  Though  I  have  giev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
JHU  hMp  and  com  fort  fiili  afford  ; 

Au  '  let  a  wretch  com'1  nsar  »hy  throne, 

aTo.^w-Uq- merits  of  id/Sqii, 

S«  A 


(      21!       ) 

j.  A  broken   h?a-t,  nv  Cod,  ry  King, 
Is  all  the  facnrke  I  bring  ; 
The  Gc»  of  g^ace  will  nt'er  cf  fpife 
A  broken  heart  toi  facftfice. 

6.  My  foul  lies  hon^ble^  in  the  dull, 
And  owns  thy  d:eadiui  Jcr.teuce  jaft; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  wich  pi'yicg  eye, 
And  fave  tneLui  conderun'a  to  die. 

7.  Then  will  I  teach  tha  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  lhall  learn  thy  fov'rcign  grace  ; 

I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  biood, 
And  they  flulj  praiiis  a  pard'ning  God. 

8.  O  may  ihy  love  infpire  my  tongae  ! 
Salvation  (hail  be  all  my  fong  ; 

And  all  my  pow'rs  fnali  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  thength  and  righteoufncis. 


H  V  M  N     CLXXJX. 
The  Mc(Jlabys  coming  and  kingdom. 

1.  TOY  to  the  w  3.  id;  the  Lord  is  come  ; 
J    Lei  ear  her  Kiog  ; 

Le.  t  .im  room, 

Ar«<J  b<  ;v'  a  me  ting. 

2.  Joy  to  the  earth,  'he  Saviour  reigns, 
51  eajpioy  ; 

•W  ii  ^  '*i  rocks,  hiiUaad  plains 


$.  No 


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3-  No  mo  e  let  fiasand  Sorrows  gow, 

Nor  i horn s  infcft  the  grdm  d  J 
Ht  comes  to  ir  flow 

Far  as  tht  curfe  is  k  l. 

4.  He  rules  the  world  with  t-ii?h  and  grace, 

And  make*  the  nations  p?tf*t 
The  glories  o*  his  rrgfetteoa  ktfrt 

And  wonders  of  his  lv,ve. 


HYMN      CLXXX. 

♦fovj  #?<?<&  18  trouble  paid  in  the  church ;  or,  public  ikanki 
for  private  deliverance* 

:.  TT  7  H  AT  (hall  I  render  to  my  God, 

W     Fox  «i<  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feetihafl  vilit  thine  at>ode, 
My  longs  ac<heis  thy  th  one* 

2.  Among  the  faints  rha*  ft!!  thine  hasfe 
My  offerings  fh-rU  be  paid  ; 

There  fl.all  my  z  d  oerfbrm  the  vows 
My  foul  in  tnguifh  made, 

3.  How  much  it  mercy  thy  delight, 
1  hou  *ver  bleffeu  God  ! 

How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4    How  happy  all  thy  fervancs  arei 

H.w  gre~t   hy  giace  to  ir*! 
My  ,;fe,  whkn   boa  haft  ir»k'je;&by€are, 

Lwsl*,  I  dvVwic  to  thee, 

j.  Now 


(     2i3     ) 

5.  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Norfhall  my  purpofe  move; 

Thy  hand  1iath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6.  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 

Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  for  fake  the  Lord. 


HYMN    CLXXXL 
Christ  the  foundation  of  his  {bunk. 

1.  "H  Ehold  the  fure  foundation  ftoae, 
Jj   Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2.  Chofen  of  Goo,  to  tinners  dear, 
And  faints   adore  the  name, 

They  trufl  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  fhall  they  fui&r  fhame. 

3.  The  foolilh  builders,  Scribe  and  Prieft, 
Rejed  it  with  difdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4.  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withftood, 
Yet  muft  this  building  rife  ; 

'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  Go», 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 


HYMN 


(       2^4       ) 


HYMN     CLXXXII. 


The  joy    vf  a   remarkable    confer /ton  ;     or,    melancholy 

removed* 

i.  \I7HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

VV     And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleaiing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  io  great. 

2.  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand   confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrains, 

And  fung  furprifing  grace. 

3.  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 

"  And  be  the  gl^ry  thine.'' 

.4.  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fk\cs, 

Can  give  us  day  'or  night, 
M&ke  drops  of  facr^d  farrow  rife 

To  rivers  of  delight. 

5.  Let  thofe  that  fow  'n/acnefs  wait 
Till  the  foil  harv<  *}  ccrne, 

They  fhall  confefs  <r*eir  iheaves  are  great. 
And  fhoui  cue  bl citings  hoiue. 

6.  Though  ittd  lie  boryM  !ong  in  duft, 
It  fbau'l  v.       :ve  thejr  hope  ! 

Trie  precious  grain  can  tilet  be  loft, 
Cj   grace  iaiures  the  crop. 

H  VMN 


(       2I:5       ) 

HYMN    CLXXXUL 

Preferisati$n  by  day  and  night* 

i.  'TT*  O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

X      There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  buih  tht  earth  and  fkica 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

z.  Their  feet  mall  never  Aide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep; 
His   ear  attends  the  fofteftcaH  ; 

His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3..  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  pow'r* 

With    his  aimighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  houra 

Againit  firprifing  harm. 

4.  If  rati  rejoice,  and  reft  fee u re* 
l  ny  keeper   is  the  Lord,; 

His  wakeful  eya  emr:oy  his  pow*r 
For  thine  etefcai  ginrd, 

5.  Nor  fcorch'ng  fun,  nor  fick'y  moon, 
Shall  b?ve  bii  leave  to  fmjftt 

He  (hields  ihy  bead  from  bujning  noon, 
From  bUfting  damps    at  nigh;, 

6-  He  gu*rd«  tbj       ilj  he  keeps  thy  breath,. 

Where  tuickert  dangers   come  ; 
Go  a  id  return,   iccire  from  death, 

Till  Cob  commands  jhee  home* 


HYMN 


,     (    t\6    ) 

HYMN    CLXXXIV, 

God  our  preftwer. 

i.  T  T  Pcvard  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\j    From  God  is  all  my  aid  \. 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  i 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  tv'ry  hour, 

2.  My  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guides 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  fleep^ 
Shall  Ifrael  keep 
TffhGVi  dangers  rife./ 

$.  No  burning  heats  by  day* 

Nor  blafb  of  evening  air,. 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there ; 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  fhade 
To  guard  my  head, 
By  night  or  noon. 

4,  Haft  thou  not  giv'nthy  word 

To  favc  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  £ 
I'll  go  and  co<r  % 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  Jrom  on  high 
Thcu  call  me  home, 

HYItN 


(     ii7     ) 


H    Y    M    X       CLXXXV. 


i.    TOEHOLD,  the  well  of  life  appears, 

JD  Sought  for  bv  men  four  thou fand  ye: 
Tell  all  mankind  :  let  ev'ry  gale 
Bear  round  the  earth  the  pleafing  tale ! 

2.   Bid  each  difeafed  foul  come  here  ; 
Ye   lame,   ve  blind,  ye  fick,  draw  near  ! 
Behold,    this  true  this  living  ftream 
Heals  maladies  of  cv'rv  name  ! 


\ 


3.  The  blind  rejoice  to  fee  the  fun : 
The  lame  lay  by  their  crutch  and  run  : 
Hark !  from  the  dumb  man's  loofen'd  tongue 
Breaks  forth  the  raptur'd,  grateful  fong ! 

4.  The  deaf  too  tafte,  and  woncTring  hear; 
The  joyful  found  falutes  their  ear  : 

The  feeble  drinks  the  heaHng  ftream, 
And  vigour  moots  thro;  all  his  frame! 

5.  This  ftream  fhall  all  our  wants  fupplv  ; 
Impov'rifh'd  Souls,  why  mould  ye  die  ? 
The  Spirit  fays,  "  Whoever  will 

"  May  hither  come,  and  drink  his  fill.* 

6.  Let  the  glad  tidings  reacli  the  dead  ; 
This  river  runs  thro:  death's  dark  fhade : 
Where'er  it  comes,  this  living  fpring 
Gives  life  and  health  to  ev'ry  thing. 


7.  Yc 


(      218      ). 

7.  Ye  thirfly  fouls !  no  more  complain, 

Our  GO  D  has  fmote  the  rock  again  ; 
From  Calv'ry's  mount  the  ftream  runs  down, 
From  the  pierc'd  fide  ofGOD's  own  Son, 

8.  While  thro'  life's  barren  wafte  we  ftray, 

This  ftream  fh all  follow  all  the  way; 
Beft  flow'rs  fhall  fpring  where'er  it  flows, 
And  deferts  bloffom  as  the  rofe. 

9.  What  tho'  the  fultry  heats  annoy ! 

Thefe  waters  ftill  renew  our  joy; 
And  while  we  drink  this  chearing  Spring, 
By  Calv'ry's  ftreams  we  fit  and  fing. 


HYMN      CLXXXVL 

For  the  LORD's  Supper. 

I.  TITHATheavnly  MAN,  or  lovely  GOD, 
V  V    Comes  marching  downward  from  the  flues, 
Array'd  in  garments  roll'd  in  blood, 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  ? 

t.  The  LORD!  the  SAVIOUR!  yes,  'tis  he? 

I  know  him  by  the  fmiles  he  wears  ; 
Dear  glorious  M  A  N  tint  dy'd  for  me, 

Drench'd  deep  in  Agonies  and  tears  ! 

g.  Lo,  he  reveals  his  mining  brealt ! 

I  own  thofe  wounds,  and  I  adore ; 
Lo,  he  prepares  a  royal  feaft, 

Sweet  fruit  of  the  fharp  pangs  he  bore  ! 

"■  4.  Whence 


(     2I9     ) 

4.  Whence  flow  thefe  favours  fo  divine  ? 

LORD!  why  fo  lavifh  of  thy  blood  ? 
Why  for  fuch  earthly  fouls  as  mine, 

This  heav'nly  flefh,  this  facred  food  ? 

5.  'Twas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 

That  nail'd  him  to  the  curfed  tree  ; 
'Twas  his  own  love  this  table  fpread 
For  fuch  unworthy  worms  as  we. 

6  Then  let  us  tafte  the  S  A  V  I  O  U  R  's  love, 
Come,  faith,  and  feed  upon  the  LORD; 

With  glad  confent  our  lips  fhall  move, 

And  fweet  Hofannas  crown  the  board. 


H     Y     M    N      CLXXXVIL 
Forsaken,    yet  hoping. 

1.  TJ  A  PP  Y  the  hours,  the  golden  days, 
JLjL  When  I  could  call  my  J  E  S  U  S  mine, 

And  fit  and  view  his  fmiling  face. 
And  melt  in  pleafures  all  divine. 

2.  Near  to  my  heart,   within  my  arms 

He  lay,  till  fin  defil'd  my  bread, 
Till  broken  vows  and  earthly  charms, 

Tir'd  and  provok'd  my  heav'rilv  gtteft. 

3.  And  now  he's  gone,   'O  mighty  wo> 

Gone  from  my  foul,  and  hides  his  love  ! 
Curfe  on  you  fins,  that  griev'd  Him  fo, 
Ye  fins  that  fore'd  Him  to  remove. 

T  2  Break 


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4«  Break,  break,  my  heart;    complain,  my  tongue 
Hither, -my  friends,  your  forrows  bring  : 

Angels,  allilt  my  doleful  fong, 

If  you  have  e'er  a  mourning  firing. 

5.  But,  ah!  your  joys  are  ever  high, 

Ever  his  loveiy  lace  you  fee  ; 
While' my  poor  fpirits  pant  and  die, 

And  groan  for  Thee,  my  GOD  for  Thee. 

6.  Yet  let  my  hope  look  thro*  my  tears, 

And  fpy   afar  his  rolling  Throne; 
His  Chariot  thro'  the  cleaving  fpheres 

Shall  bring  the  bright  BELOVED  down. 

7.  Swift  as  a  roe  flies  o'er  the  hills, 

My  foul  fprings  out  to  meet  him  high, 
Then  the  fair  G  ONQU'ROR  turns  his  wheels, 
And  climbs  the  manfions  of  the  fky. 

8  There  fmiling  joy  forever  reigns, 

No  more  the  Turtle  leaves  the  Dove ; 

Farewel  to  jealoufies,  and  pains, 
And  all  the  ills  of  abfent  love. 


HYMN 


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HYMN        CLXXXVIII. 

UXBELTEF. 

1.  A   LL  you  that  love  the  LORD  draw  near, 
JLjL  To  my  complaint  pray  lend  an  ear, 

And  help  me  to  condole  my  grief, 
For  I'm  diftrefl  by  Unbelief. 

2.  Sometimes  I'm  fuch  a  ftupid  clod 

I  doubt  thffexiftence  of  a  GOD  ; 

But  ftill  his  terrors  work  mv  £rief, 

While  hope  is  drown'd  in  unbelief. 

3.  When  thus  I'm  fore  diftrefl:  all  day, 

When  evening  comes  I  fain  would  pray, 
And  beg  for  pardon,  and  relief ; 

"  But  there's  no  GOD:"  fays  unbelief. 

4.  But  who  did  all  things  firft  create  ? 

Was  it  not  GOD,  the  wife  and  great ? 
While  thus  I  would  aflwage  my  grief, 

"  You  have  no  foul :"   fays  unbelief. 

5.  But  then  I  make  this  quick  reply, 

What  makes  me  then  afraid  to  die, 
And  after  death  to  dread  the  grief 

Which  I  muft  have  for  unbelief? 

6.  Befidcs  the  SAVIOUR  came  to  die, 

The  fouls  of  men  to  purify  ; 
Which  clearly  proves  for  our  relief, 
That  men  have  fouls,  O  unbeL 

T  3  7.  Blcft 


(       222       ) 

7-  Bleft  be  mv  G  O  D,  that  now  I  fee 
That  J  E  S  US  gave  himfelf  for  me ; 

I'll  praife  his  name,   who  bore  mv  grief, 
And  (aves  my  foul  from  unbelief. 


H     Y    M    N        CLXXXIX. 

*•  /^\  Joyful  found  of  gofpel-grace  ! 

\J   My  SAVIOUR  will '  appear  ; 
I  hope  with  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  to  be  holy  here. 
LORD  make  my  heart  thy  confta'nt  home  f 

For  this  my  foul  doth  c 
"  Surely  (he  faith)  I  quickly  come." 

He  faith,  who  cannot  lie. 

2.  The  G  O  D  of  truth  himfelf  hath  (worn. 

Whoe'er  on  him  relies 
Shall  be  on  wings  of  eagles  borne, 

Till  he  attains  the  prize. 
The  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnefs 

By  faith  my  foul  doth  fee ; 
That  crown  the-  faithful  (hall  pqflfefs, 

And  faithful  I  would  be. 

3.  The  prornis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  to; 

My  foul-  exults  to  view  ; 
My  hope  is  full,  (O  blelfed  hope) 

Of  pleafures  ever  new. 
My  fpirit  once  by  fin  deprefl, 

Tir'd  by  the  heavy  load,. 
Now  pants  for  eyerlaftirtg  reft; 

And  longs  to  dwtll  in  GO  D. 


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4.  I  feel  and  know  hira  now  in  part  f 

His  love  my  foul  conftrains ; 
Irs  near  approach  expands  my  heart, 

And  brea:  flavifli  chains. 

He  vifits  now  the  houfe  of  clay, 

My  fbirit  fee's  him  come  ; 
Dear  LOPvD  for  ever  with  me  fiav, 
•  And  make  my  foul  ti 

5.  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  then  artj 

Thv  prefence  LORD  I  priz^; 
O  make  the  garden  of  my  heart 

A  conftant  paraciife  ! 
My  earth  is  water'd  from  thy  fkv, 

LORD  make  my  vale  a  pool  I 
Spring  up,  O  we!!,   I   ever  ( 
Spring  up  within  my  foul ! 

6.  Come,  O  my  GOD,  thyfelf  reveal, 

Fill  all  this  a  void  ; 

Then  only  ca.  (pint  fill  : 

Be  mine,  or  I'm  Seftro] 
Fulfil,  O  GOD,"  my  \ki\  defires, 

ft  afrinfinitv  ; 
O  give  me  all  mv  fo  s, 

r,  LORD,  that  AL 


h    y    M    ::     c\ 

The  Lord  is  my  portk 
*"     H  P°fe  to  P°:  am, 


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My  foul  is  fatisfy'd  at  home, 
The  LORD  my  portion  is. 

2.  JESUS,  who  on  his  glorious  throne  ) 

Rules  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  fea ; 
Is  pleas'd  to  claim  me  for  his  own, 
And  give  himfelf  to  me. 

3.  His  perfon  fixes  all  my  love,  m 

His  blood  removes  my  fear ; 
And  while  he  pleads  for  me  above, 
His  arm  preferves  rrre  here. 

4.  His  word  of  promife  is  my  food, 

His  Spirit  is  my  guide ; 
Thus  daily  is  my  fl>ength  renew'd, 
And  all  my  wants  fupply'd. 

5.  For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  lofs, 

Difgrace,  for  him,  renown  ; 
Well  may  I  glory  in  his  crofs, 
While  he  prepares  my  crown  ! 

6.  Let  worldlings  then  indulge  their  boaft, 

How  much  they  gain  or  fpend ; 
Their  joys  mufl  foon  give  up  the  ghoft, 
But  mine  fhall  know  no  end. 

H     Y     M     N       CXCI. 

1.  ^T^HERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
X       Drawn  from  IMMANUEL's  veins; 
And  finners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lofe  all  their  guilty  ftains* 

2.  The 


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2.  The  dying  thief  rejoie'd  to  fee 
That  fountain  in  his  da 
And  there  have  I  as  viie  as  he, 
U  my  fins  a\Vc 


Dear  dying  Lamb,  th-  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lole 

of  GOD 
Be  fav'd  to  fin  no  itaoi 


E'er  fince  by  faith  I  faw  the  ftream 

Thv  flowing  wounds  fupply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  mall  be  till  I  die. 

Then   in  a  nobler  fweeter  fong, 

I'll  fing  thy  pow'r  to  fave  : 
When  this  poor  lifping,  ftamin'ring  tongue 

Lies  filent  in  the  grave. 


6.  LORD,  I  believe  thou  haft  prepar'd 
/nworthy  tho'  I  Ik 
lor  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me. 


7-   Til  and  tun'd  for  endlefs  v; 

And  form'd  by  pow'r  divine, 
To  found  in  GOD  the  Father'^  c. 
)  other  name  t  ae. 


II  Y  MX 


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HYMN      CXCII. 

Breathing  after    heavenly  things.  ' 

1.  TTO  thee,  my  GOD,  I  hourly  %h, 

-L       But  not  for  gelden  ftores : 
Nor  covet  I  the  brighteft  gems, 
On  the  rich  eaftern  fhores. 

2.  Not  that  deluding  empty  jov, 

Men  call   a  mighty  name  ; 
Nor  greatnefs  in  its  gayeft  forms, 
My  relllefs  thoughts  enflame. 

3.  Nor  pleafure's  foft  enticing  charms, 

My  fond  defires  allure  ; 
Far  greater  things  than   earth  can  yield, 
My  wifhes  would  fecure. 

4.  Thofe  blifsful,  thofe  tranfporting  fmiles, 

That  brighten  heav'n  above ; 
The  boundlefs  riches  of  thy  grace, 
And  treafures  of  thy  love. 

5.  Thefe  are  the  mighty  things  I  crave  : 

0  !    make  thefe  bleflings  mine ; 
And   all  the  glories  of  the  world 

1  gladly  will  refign. 

HYMN 


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H    Y    M    N      CXCIII. 

i.     J'     ET  worldly  minds  the  world  purfue, 
i-i      It  has  no  charms   for  me ; 
Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  fet  me  free. 

2.  It's  pleafures  now  no  longer  pleafe, 

No  more   content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like   thefe, 
Now  I  have  known  the  LORD. 

3.  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day, 

The  ftars  are  all  conceal'd; 
So  earthly  pleafures  fade  away, 
When  JESUS  is  reveald.' 

4.  Creatures  no  more   divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  his  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

£.  Now,  LORD,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to   thee; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthlcfs  worm  like  me  ? 

5.  Yes,  tho'  of  finners  I'm  the  worft, 
I   cannot  doubt  thy  will ; 

For  if  thou  hadft  not  lov'd  me  firft, 
I  had  icius'd  thee  ftill. 


HYMN 


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H    Y    M    N       CXCIV, 

Reignixg    Grace. 

NOW  may  the  LORD   reveal  his  face, 
And  teach  our  ftarnm'ring  tongues 
To  make  his  fov'reign  reigning  grace, 

The  fubjeft  of  our  fongs  ? 
No  fweeter  fubjecl  can  invite 

A  fmner's  heart  to  fing ; 
Or  more  difplay  the  glorious  right 
Of  our  exalted  King. 

This  fubjecl  fills  the  ftarry  plains 

With  wonder,  joy,   and  love  ; 
And  furnifhes  the  nobleft  {trains 

For  all  the  harps  above  : 
While  the  redeemed  in  praife  combine 

To  grace  upon  the  throne ; 
Angels  in  folemn  chorus  join, 

And  make  the  theme  their  own. 

Grace  tills  the  foil,  and  fbws  the  feeds, 

Provides  the  fun  and  rain ; 
Till  from  the  tender  blades  proceeds 

The  ripen'd  harvell  grain. 
'Twas  grace  that  call'd  our  fouls  at  firlt, 

By  grace  thus   far  we're  come, 
And  grace  will  help  us. thro"  the   wcrft, 

And  lead  us  fafely  home. 

4.  LORD, 


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I 

LORD,  when  this  changing  life  is  part 

If  we  may  fee  thy  face  ; 
How  Jhall  we  praife,  and  love,   at  laft, 

And  fing  the  rejgn  of  grace  ! 
Yet  let  us  aim  while  here  below 

Thy  mercy  to  difplav; 
And  own  at  leafi  the  debt  we  owe, 

Altho'  we  cannot  pay. 


H     Y     M     N       CXCV. 

Christ  precious  to  a   believer. 

i.      ["  E  S  U  S,    I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  mufic  to  my  ear  ; 
lain  would  I  found  it  out  fo  loud 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

2.  Yes,   thou  art  precious  to  my  foul, 
My  tranfport,   and  my  truft  : 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  fordid  dull. 

-3.  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wifh, 
In  thee  mod  richly  meet  5 
Not  to  my  eyes   is   light  fo  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  fo  fweet. 

O  may  thy  grace  ftill  chear  my  heart ! 

And  Ihed  its  fragrance  there ! 
The  noblcfl  halm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 


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(     23o     ) 

5:  I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  thy  name 
With  my  laft  lab'ring  breath  ; 
When  fpeechlefs,   clafp  thee  in  my  arms; 
My  joy  in  life  and  death ! 


HYMN       CXCVI. 

The   nativity. 

*•   T_T  ARK,  the  glad  found!  tho  Saviour  come 
X  JL     The  Saviour  promis'd  long ! 
Let  ev"ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
Arid  ev'ry  voice  a  fong. 

2.  On  him  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its   facred  fire  ;  ' 
Wifdom  and  might,  and  zeal,   and  love, 
His  holy  breaft  infpire. 

3.  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  releafe, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brafs  before  him  burfta 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4.  He  comes,   from  thicker!  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
And  on  the  eye -balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celeftial  day. 

5.  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  foul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  riches  of  his  -grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6.  Our 


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Our  glad  Hofannas,   Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  (hall  proclaim ; 
And  heav  n\s  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


H     Y     M     N      CXCYII. 
Every  creature  at  GOD's  command. 

ELIJAH'S  example  declares, 
Whatever  diftrefs  may  betide, 
The  faints  may  commit  all  their  cares 

To  him  who  will  always  provide. 
When  rain  long  withheld   from  the   earth 

Occafion'd  a  famine  of  bread, 
The  prophet,   fecui'd  from  the  dearth, 
By  ravens  was  coniiantly  fed. 

.    More  likely  to  rob  than  to  feed, 

Are  ravens  who  live  upon  prey  ; 
But  where  the   LO  RD's  people  have  need, 

His  goodnefs  will  find  out  a  way: 
This  imtance  to  thofe  m:iv  feem  ftrange, 

Who  know  not  how  faith  can  prevail  • 
But  fooner  all  nature  {hall  change, 

Than  one  of  G  OD's  promifes  fail. 

Nor  is  it  a  lingular  cafe; 

The  wonder  is  often  renew 'd  ; 
And  many  may  fay  to  GO  D  s  praifc, 

By  ravens  he  fendeth  them  food. 
Thus  worldlings,  tho'  ravens  indeed, 
Tho'  greedy  and  fdfifli  their  mind, 

U    2  if 


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If  G  O  D  has  a  fervant  to   feed, 
Againil  their  own  wills  can  be  kind. 

4.  Thus  Satan,  the  raven  unclean, 

That  croaks  in  die  ears  of  the  faints, 
O'er-rul'd  by  a   power  unfeen„ 

Adminifters  oft  to  their  wants : 
GOD  teaches  them  how  to  find  food 

From  all  the  temptations  they  feel: 
This  raven  who  thiHls  for  my  blood, 

Has  help'd  me  to  many  a  meal. 

;.   How  fafe  and  how  happy  are  they 

Who  on  the  good  Shepherd  rely ! 
He'll  give  them   out  ftrength  for  their  da\\ 

Their  wants  he  will  furely  fupply. 
He  ravens  and  lions  can  tame  ; 

All  creatures  obey  his  command  : 
Then  let  me  rejoice  in  his  name, 

And  Jeave  all  my  cares  in  his  hand. 


HYMN      CXCVIII. 
Charity  never  faileth.     1  Cor.  xiii.  8. 

1.  T^AITH  in  the  bleeding  LAMB, 
J?       O  what  a  gift  is  this ! 
Hope  of  falvation  in  his  name, 
How  comfortable  'tis! 


2.  Knowledge  of  what  is  right  I 
Hqw  we  are  reconcil'd: 


A 


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A  foe  receiv'd  a  favourite, 
An  alien  made  a  child. 

3.  BlefTings,  my  friends,   like  tbefe, 

Are  very  very  great : 
But  foon  they  ev'ry  one  muft  ceafe  : 
Xor  are  they  now  complete. 

4.  Faith  will  to  blifs  give  place. 

In  fight  we  hope  fhall  lofe ; 
For  wTho  needs  trufl^for  things  he  has; 
Or  hope  for  what  he  views  ? 

£.  The  little  too  that's  known, 

Which,   children-like,   we  boaft, 
Will  fade  like  glow-worms  in  the  Sun, 
Or  drops  in  ocean  loft. 

6.  But  love  fhall  ftill  remain; 

Its  glories  cannot  ceafe. 
No  other  change  fhall  that  fuftain, 
Save  only  to  increafe. 

7.  Of  all  that  GOD  beftows, 

In  earth,   or  heav'n  above, 
The  beli  gift  faint  or  angel  knows, 
Or  e'er  will  know,    is  love. 

8.  Love  all  defecls  fupplies, 
Makes  great  obftruclions  final  1. 

'Tis  pray'r;    'tis  praife  ,    'tis  facrifice; 
'Tis  holinefs ;   'tis  all. 

v  0. 


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Defcend,   celeflial  dove, 
With  JESU's  flock  abide: 

Give  us  that  beft  of  bleflings,  love  : 
Whate'er  we  want  befide. 


HYMN       CXCIX. 

True,   and  false,  Faith. 

1.  T7*  AIT  H's  a  convincing  proof;. 
JL        A  fubftance  found  and  fare  : 

That  keeps  the  foul  fecur'd  enough ; 
But  makes  it  not  fecure. 

2.  Notion's  the  harlots  tie  ft, 
By  which  the  truth's  revil'd  ; 

The   child  of  fancy  finely  dreft; 
But  not  the  living  child. 

3.  Faith  is  by  knowledge,  fed  ; 
And  with  obedience  mixt,    > 

Notion  is  empty,  cold,  and  dead  : 
And  fancy's  never  fixt. 

4.  True  faith's  the  life   of  GOD, 
Deep  in  the  heart  it  lies. 

It  lives,   and  labours  under  load; 
Tho'  dampt,  it  never  dies. 

5.  A  weak'ning,    emptying  grace  ; 
That  makes  us  ftrong  and  full. 

Falfe  faith,    tho'  flout  and  full  in  face, 
Weakens  and  ftarves  the  foul. 


6.  Opi 


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6.  Opinions  in  the  head 
True  faith  as  far  excels ; 

As  body  differs  from  a  fhadc. 
Or  kernels  from  the  fhells.. 

7.  To  fee  good  bread  or  wine 
Is  not  to  eat  or  drinkJ 

So  fome,  who  hear  the  word  divine, 
Do  not  believe,     but  think. 

8.  True  faith  refines  the  heart; 
And  purifies  with  blood  : 

Takes  the  whole  gofpel,   not  a  part 
And  holds  the  fear  of  G  OD. 


HYMN       CC. 
Funeral  Hymn. 

1.  /CHRISTIANS,  view  this  folemn  fcenei 
\^y      And,    if  your  fouls  be  fad, 

Look  bcyoud  the  cloud  between  ; 

And  let  your  hearts  be  glad.  ~ 

Never  from  your  mem 'ry  lofe 

The  refureciioa  of  theji 
Death's  a  blefling  new  to  thofe 

Who  in  our  JESJJJS  truft. 

2.  Deep  interred  in  earth's  dark  womb 
The  mould  ring  body  lies. 

But  the  Chrifti;  pmb 

Shall  foon   triumphant  rife. 
JESUS     CHRIS  T,  the  righteous  Jui!- 

lor  all  his  people's  (ins  was  fcu 

Give 


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Give  the   S  A  V  I  O  U  R  without  grudge, 
The  purchafe  of  his  pain. 

3.  Now  the  grave's  a  downy  bed, 

Embroider'd  round  with  blood. 
Say  not  the  believer's  dead  ; 

He   only    refts   in    GOD. 
LORD,  we  long  to  be  at  home  ; 

Lay  down  our  heads,  and  fleep  in  Thee. 
Come,  LORD    JESUS  quickly  come; 

And  fet  thy  pris'ners  free. 

H     Y     M     N      CCI. 
To  thf  HOLY  GHOST. 

1.  f^O  M  E,  Holy  Spirit,  come  : 
\^>     Let  thy  bright  beams  arife, 

Difpel  the  darknefs  from  our  minds  ;  ' 
And  open  LORD  our  eyes. 

2.  Chear  our  defponding  hearts, 
Thou  heav'nly    paraclete , 

Give  us  to  lie  with  humble  hope, 
At  our  R  ED  E  E  M  E  R's  feet, 

3.  Revive  our  drooping  faith ; 
Oar  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 

And  kindle  in  our  breafts  the  flames 
Of  never  dying  love. 

4.  Convince  us  of  our  fin  ; 
Tiien  lead  to  JESU's  blood: 

And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  fecret  love  of  GOD. 

5    Shew 


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£.  Shew  us  that  loving  man, 

That  rules  the  courts  of  biifs, 
The  LOR  Dof  holts,  the  mighty  GOD, 

Th'  eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

6.  'Tis  thine  to  cleanfe  the  heart; 
To  fanctifv  the  foul, 

To  pour  frcfh  life  on  ev'ry  part, 
id  new  create  the  whole. 

7.  If  thou  celeftial  Dove, 
Thine  influence  withdraw, 

What  eafy  victims  foon  we  fall 
To  confcience,  wrath,   and  law  ! 

8.  No  longer  burns  our  love  ; 
Our  faith  and  [patience  fail; 

Our  fin  revives ;   and  death  and  hell 
Our  feeble  fouls  aflail, 

9.  Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts  ; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free. 

Then  fhall  we  know,  andpraife,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


H    Y     M    N       CCII. 

1.   T  AM,  faith  CHRIST,  the  Way 

JL      Now  if  we  credit  bim, 
All  other  paths  mull  lead  aftray 
How  fair  foe'er  thev  fecm. 


2.  I 


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2.  I  am,    faith   CHRIST,  the  Truth. 
Then  all  that  lacks  this  teft, 

Proceed  it  from  an  Angel's  mouth, 
Is  but  a  lie  at  be{L 

3.  I  am  faith   CHRIST,    the  Life. 
Let  this  be  feen  by  faith, 

It  follows  without  further  ftrife, 
That  all  befides  is  death. 

4.  If  what  thofe  words  aver, 
The  Holy  Ghoft  apply  ; 

The  fimpleft  Chriflian  (hall  not  env 
Nor  be  deceiv'd,   nor  die. 

HYMN       CCIII. 

1.  r  I  'AKE  heed,  ye  Chriftians  how  yc  heaiv 

JL     Pay  ev'ry  truth  refpecL 
The  word  of  exhortation  bear ; 
Nor  treat  with  cold  neglecL 

2.  Defpife  not  thofe  who  would  you  warn. 

Remember,  this  is  true  : 
He  that  his  duty  will  not  learn, 
His  duty  will  not  do. 

3.  Who  flights  injmy  part    GOD's  word, 

Shews  a  too  haughty  look. 
The  flpthful  foul  will  not  be  ftirr'd  ; 
Nor  fcorners  hear  rebuke. 

4.  Better's  a  babe,  that  would  be  wife, 

Than  thofe  who  mind  high  things : 

Whofe 


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Whofe  long  profefTion  fcorns  advice, 
Thofe  old  and  foolifh  kings. 

5.    LORD  let  me  not,  by  pride  entic'd, 

Thy  precepts  count  a  load. 
Help  me  to  keep  the  faith  of  C  H  R  I  S  T, 

And  the  commands  of  GOD. 


HYMN        CCIV. 

-Characters  and  offices  of  CHRIST. 

1.  fl  H  R I  S  T  is  th'  eternal  Rock, 

V^/     On  which  his  church  is  built; 
The   Shepherd  of  his  little  flock  ; 

The  Lamb  that  took  our  guilt ; 
Our   Counfellor  ;    our  Guide  ; 

Our  Brother,  and  our  Friend  ; 
The  Bridegroom  of  his  chofen  bride, 

Who   loves  her  to   the  end. 

2*.  He  is  the  Son  to  free; 

The  Bifhop  he  to  blefs ; 
The  full  Propitiation  he  ; 

The  LORD  our  Righteoufnefs  : 
His  body's  glorious  Head  ; 

Our  Advocate  that  pleads; 
Our  Prieft  that  pray'd,   aton'd,   and  bled, 

And  ever  intercedes. 

3.   Let  all  obedient  fouls 

Their  grateful  tribute  bring; 

Submit 


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Submit  to  JE  SU's  righteous  rules, 

And  bow  before  their  King. 
Our  Prophet  CHRIST  expounds 

His  and  our  Father's  will. 
This  good  Phyfician  cures  our  wounds 

With  -tendernefs  and  /kill, 

4.  When  fin  had  fadly  made 
'Twixt  wrath  and  mercy  ftrife ; 

Our  dear  Redeemer  dearly  paid 

Our  ranfom  with  his  life. 
Faith  gives  the  full  releafe; 

Our  Surety  for  us  flood. 
The  Mediator  made  the  peace, 

And  fign'd,!t  with  his  blood. 

5.  Soldiers  your  Captain  own. 
Domeftics,    ferve  your  Lord. 

Sinners,  the  SAVIOUR's  love  make  known, 
Saints,    hymn  th'  Incarnate  Word  ; 

The  Witnefs  fure  and  true 

Of  GOD 's  good  will  to  men; 

The  Alpha  and  th'  Omega  too, 
The  Firft  and  Laft  Amen 

6.  Poor  pilgrims  fhall  not  ftray, 
Who  frighted  flee  from  wrath : 

A  bleeding  JESUS  is  the  Way; 

And   blood  tracks  all  the  path. 
Chriftians  in  CHRIST  obtain 

The  Truth  that  can't  deceive.. 
And  never  fhall  they  die  again, 

Who  in  the  Life  believe. 

F    I    jj    I    S. 


INDEX, 

Or  Table  of  firft  lines. 

AH,  lovely  appearance  of  death! 
All  you  that  -ove  the  Lord  &c. 
Amen,  the  holy  Angels  cry, 
Am  I  a  folcHer  of  the  crofs? 
And  now  the  year  falutes  our  eyes, 
And  is  it  yet  dear  Lord,  a  doubt, 
Arife,  mv  tend'reft  thoughts  arife, 
As  fhepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding  &c 
A  thoufand  foes  prepare  to  war, 
Awake,  and  fing  the  fong 
Awake,  ye  Liints,  and  lift  your  eyes, 
Away  dark  thoughts,  awake,  my  joy  ; 

B 

Behold,  the  bright  morning  appears, 
Behold  the  fure  foundation  iione, 
Behold,  the  well  of  life  appears, 
BleiledbeGodforall, 
Bleflbe  the  dear  uniting  love, 
Blefl  be  my  God  that  1  was  born 
Blow  ye  tiie  trumpet  blow, 
Brethren,  I  bid  you  all  farcwel; 

X  Can 


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C 

Hymn 

Can  we  behold  without  amaze  135 
Chriii/s  trumpet  founds,  let  faints  be  arnrd,    3 

Chrift  is  th'  eternal  rock,  204 

Chrifiians,  view  this  folemn  fcene,  200 

Come  rife,  my  foul,  to  noble  things,  1 

Come  all  ye  chrifiians,  view  4 

Come,  let  us  join  for  to  adore  12 

Cor  ~  ye  Tinners,  poor,  and  wretched,  25 

Come  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blefTmg!  47 

Come  fmners  tq  the  gofpel  feaft,  48 

Come  fee  the  pow'r  of  Chrift  our  King !  106 

Come  thou  bleft  Jefus  fill  my  heart,  116 
Come  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart,  121 

Come,  ye  Chriftians,  fing  the  praifes  146 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King,  149 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  come:  291 

D 

Dear  Saviour  here  I  panting  lie,  41 

Dear  friends  farewel,  I  go  to  dwell  44 

Deferters,  to  the  camp  return,  30 

Did  our  Immanuel  die  for  us,  56 

Difmifs  us  with  thy  bleffing,  Lord,  130 

Does  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move.  168 

E 

Earth  has  detain'd  me  pris'ner  long,  67 

Elijah's  example  declares,  197 

Encpurag'd  by  thy  word  97 


Faith 


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Faith  in  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

faith's  a  convincing  proof, 

Farewel  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 

Far  from  thefe  narrow  fcenes  of  night, 

Father,  if  thou  my  Father  art, 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee, 

From  Pole  to  Pole  let  others  roam, 


Gird  thy  Loins  up,  Chriflian  Soldier,  132  158 

Glory,   Glory,  Glorv,    Glory,  78  90 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  24  32 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days,  151  179 

God  of  all  confolation,  take  172  202 

Guide  me,  oh  thou  great  Jehovah,  39  48 

H 

Hail  the  day  tint  fees  him  rife,  102 

Happy  foul,  that  hears  and  follows  163 

Happy  the  hours,  the  golden  daws,  187        211) 

Hark  whence  that  found!  hark!  hark!  the 

joyful'  fhoutings  ;  118 

Hark,  the  glad  found!  the  Saviour  comes,  196 
He  comes!  he  comes !  the  Saviour  dear,     ioi         127 
He  comes!  he  comes!  the  Saviour  comes!  it)i 
He  dies!  the  friend  of  finners  dies!  ij8        187 

Hence  from  my  foul,  my  fins  depart, 
How  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  mind! 

x  2  iiow 


N      D 


X. 


How  wondYous  are  the  works  of  God 
How  fweet  the  name  of  Jefus  founds 
How  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 


I 


I  afk'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 

I  am,  faith  Chrift,  the  way, 

I  am  now  inclin'd 

If  all  tlie  globe  belonged  to  me, 

If  to  Jefus  for  relief 

Jf  there  are  paflions  in   my  foul, 

I  long  to  fhare  the  happinefs 

I  long  to  behold  him  array  *d 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 

In  heav'nly  choirs  a  queftion  rofe, 

Innumerable  foes 

I  fojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears; 

It  is  a  very  pleafant  thing 

I  want  an  heart  to  pray; 

Jefu,  lover  of  my  fou), 

Jefus,  thy  bleffings  are  not  few, 

Jefus  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 

Jefus,  my  all  to  Heav'n  is  gone, 

Jefus  is  our  God,  and  Saviour, 

Jefus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

Joy  to  the  World;  the  Lord  is  come; 


K 


Kind  fouls,  who  for  the  mis'ries  moan 


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I      N      D      E      X 


Kindred  in  Chrift,  for  his  dear  fake, 


Lantb  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee, 
Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice, 
Let  us  afk  th'  important  queftion, 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  purfuc, 
Lo,  he  comes  with  clouds  defcending ! 
Lord,  bring  thy  church  out  of  diflrefs, 
Lord  help  us  on  thy  love  to  £"ed; 
Lord,  pity  outcaftYvile  and  bafe, 
Lord,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear 
Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Luke  warm  fouls,  the  foe  grows  flronger, 


M. 


Magnificent  free  grace  arife, 
Mercy  is  welcome  news  indeed, 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour's  voice, 
Mourning,  and  drooping,  here  I  lie 
My  Jefus  he  is  all  to  me, 
My  foul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 


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Take  heed,  ye  Chriftians  how  ye  hear, 
Teach  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
That  heart;  is  harder  than  a  ftone 
There  is  a  war  proclaim'd  above, 
The   fountain  of  Chrift 
The  Lord  that  made  both  heav'n    aj 

earth. 
The  fouls  that  would  to  Jefus  prefs, 
The  Lord  o  u'  falvation  and  light, 
The  church  a  garden  is, 
There  is  a  land  of  living  jov, 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
The  firmer  that  truly, believes, 
There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
This  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
Tho'  ftrait  be  the  way, 
Thy  judgments,  great  Godr  are  equal  and 

juft, 
Thy  love,  O  Jefus!  is  a  theme 
"Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
'Til  falfe ;  thou  vile  accufer  goT 
To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  hourly  figh, 
Try  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 


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Uprifing 


INDEX. 
U 


Hymn  Page 

L'prifing  from  the  darkfome  tomb                143  169 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes,                               184  216 

Vain  mm  thy  fond  purfuits  forbear;             31  37 

Vain  things  allure,  and  charm  the  mind      109  136" 

Vital  fpatk  of  heavnly  flame,                          6j  84 


W 


Well,  let  this  earth Iv  houfe  decay, 
Whatever  prompts  the  foul  to  pride, 
What  trumpet's  this  that  founds 
What  (hall  I  render  to  my  God, 
Wiiat  heav'nly  man,  or  lovely  God, 
When  the  Saviour  good  and  gracious, 
When  Chrift  fhall  rend  from  end  to  end 
When  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 
When  gracious  Lord,    when  fhall  it  be 
When  darknefs  long  lias  veil'd  my  mind, 
When  John,  though  a  man, 
When  with  my  mind  devoutly  prefl, 
When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
While  fhepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 

night, 
While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  (land, 
Wiio  knows  hut  fuch  an  one  as  I 
Why  fhould  the  nations  angry  be  ? 


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Hymn 

Ye  children  of  Go3,  3<5 

Ye  lambs  of  Chrift's  fold,  34 

Ye  nations  hear,  'tis  Heav'n  doth  ca'l;  156 

Ye  fouls  that  are  weak  3^ 

Ye  tempted  fouls,  refle£l  138 

Z 

Zion  rejoice  lift  up  your  voice  43       155 


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